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The Light of Asia

or, the Great Renunciation

(Mahābhinishkramana)

Being

THE LIFE AND TEACHING OF GAUTAMA

PRINCE OF INDIA AND FOUNDER OF BUDDHISM

(as told in verse by an Indian Buddhist)

by

SIR EDWIN ARNOLD

M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I.

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This volume is dutifully inscribed to

The Sovereign Grand-Master, and Companions

of

The Most Exalted Order of the Star of India

by

THE AUTHOR

A New Edition

With a Gloss on Rare Words

and Explanatory Notes

by

Ānandajoti Bhikkhu

(This Edition, August 2008)

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Table of Contents

Editor’s Preface.....5

Preface.....7

Book the First.....11

Book the Second.....34

Book the Third.....59

Book the Fourth.....86

Book the Fifth.....111

Book the Sixth.....138

Book the Seventh.....175

Book the Eighth.....199

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Editor’s Preface

In preparing this work for publication I was faced with the problem of

the original’s transliteration scheme. I thought at one time to update it

to the standard scheme now adopted by ISO and Unicode, but the fact

is the transliteration Arnold adopted is so non-standard and

inconsistent it is hard to correct it without damaging the metre

employed in the poem. After some thought therefore I decided to

reproduce the poem as it was published, and beg the reader’s

indulgence.1

The edition published here is based on the new edition that was first

published by Arnold in 1892 (I believe) and reproduced by The

Theosophical Publishing House at Adyar, Madrad, India in 1974. I

have also compared the edition published by Ven. Sārada in Singapore

(1996); and the Gutenburg e-text published at

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/8920, and noted whatever variants I

saw, though this has been done less systematically than is usual on this

website as none of the editions seem to be authoritative.

As some of the language used by Arnold is poetic or archaic I have

added glosses on difficult words, and explanatory notes to try and

make it more accessible, especially to those who have English as a

1 Arnold was equally inconsistent in his use of punctuation and italic, so I

have reproduced that also as I found it in my sources.

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second language. However, poetry is normally more difficult to

understand that prose, and it may not be an easy read, though it is

certainly a rewarding one. I have read the poem in and I am making

it available from the Audio page. This might help people who find the

poem a little difficult to understand as in the audio files it is possible

to show how the sentences are phrased, divided, and where the

emphasis should be, etc.

The source for the poem was never stated by Arnold, but it appears to

be based on Mahāyāna sources, like the Chinese translation of the

Sanskrit Abhiniṣkramaṇasutta (now lost), which was translated by

Samuel Beal from the Chinese under the title The Romantic Legends

Of Sakya Buddha; and also the Sanskrit Lalitavistara (The Extensive

Play). A lot of it however agrees with the Pāḷi sources and with

Mahāvastu, the outline of the story being, of course, a common

inheritance.

One major difference that does show through though is the idea that it

is the Buddha who is born again on Earth. In the Mahāyāna texts

referred to the Buddha is seen as eternally existent taking form only

in order to teach the world once more; whereas in the early sources it

is the Bodhisatta who is born after much struggle in saṁsāra, and he

is only known as the Buddha after the Awakening.

Occasionally it seems that Arnold did not quite undertsand the

Teaching, which is perhaps not surprising given the time he wrote, so

in this edition I have included corrective notes and pointed out these

problems when they arise. They mainly appear in the last chapter

where there is a section on the Teaching.

Ānandajoti Bhikkhu

July 2008

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Preface

In the following Poem I have sought, by the medium of an imaginary

Buddhist votary, to depict the life and character and indicate the

philosophy of that noble hero and reformer, Prince Gautama of India,

the founder of Buddhism.

A generation ago little or nothing was known in Europe of this great

faith of Asia, which had nevertheless existed during twenty-four

centuries, and at this day surpasses, in the number of its followers and

the area of its prevalence, any other form of creed. Four hundred and

seventy millions of our race live and die in the tenets of Gautama;

and the spiritual dominions of this ancient teacher extend, at the

present time, from Nepaul and Ceylon, over the whole Eastern

Peninsula, to China, Japan, Thibet, Central Asia, Siberia, and even

Swedish Lapland. India itself might fairly be included in this

magnificent Empire of Belief; for though the profession of Buddhism

has for the most part passed away from the land of its birth, the mark

of Gautama’s sublime teaching is stamped ineffaceably upon modern

Brahmanism, and the most characteristic habits and convictions of the

Hindus are clearly due to the benign influence of Buddha’s precepts.

More than a third of mankind therefore, owe their moral and

religious ideas to this illustrious prince, whose personality, though

imperfectly revealed in the existing sources of information, cannot but

appear the highest, gentlest, holiest, and most beneficent, with one

exception, in the history of Thought. Discordant in frequent

particulars and sorely overlaid by corruptions, inventions, and

misconceptions, the Buddhistical books yet agree in the one point of

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recording nothing—no single act or word—which mars the perfect

purity and tenderness of this Indian teacher, who united the truest

princely qualities with the intellect of a sage and the passionate

devotion of a martyr. Even M. Barthélemy St. Hilaire, totally

misjudging as he does, many points of Buddhism, is well cited by

Professor Max Muller as saying of Prince Siddārtha, “Sa vie n’a point

de tache. Son constant héroïsme égale sa conviction; et si la théorie

qu’il préconise est fausse, les exemples personnels qu’il donne sont

irréprochables. Il est le modèle achevé de toutes les vertus qu’il

pr•che; son abnégation, sa charité, son inaltérable douceur ne se

démentent point un seul instant ....... Il prépare silencieusment sa

doctrine par six années de retraite et de méditation; il la propage par

la seule puissance de la parole et de la persuasion pendant plus d’un

demi-siècle, et quand il meurt entre les bras de ses disciples, c’est avec

la sérénité d’un sage qui a pratiqué le bien toute sa vie, et qui est

assuré d’avoir trouvé le vrai.”2 To Gautama has consequently been

granted this stupendous conquest of humanity; and—though he

discountenanced ritual, and declared himself, even when on the

threshold of Nirvāna, to be only what all other men might become—

the love and gratitude of Asia, disobeying his mandate, have given

2 Translation: His life is flawless. His constant heroism is equal to his

conviction; and if the theory he sets forth is false, the personal examples he

gives are irreproachable. He is the living model of all the virtues he preaches; his abnegation, his charity, his unchanging gentleness never fail

even for a moment. Silently he prepares his doctrine, in six years of retreat

and meditation; he propagates it solely by the power of the word and of persuasion for more than half a century, and when he dies in the arms of

his disciples it is with the serenity of a sage who has practised goodness all his life and is assured of having found the Truth.

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him fervent worship. Forests of flowers are daily laid upon his

stainless shrines, and countless millions of lips daily repeat the

formula “I take refuge in Buddha!”

The Buddha of this poem—if, as need not be doubted, he really

existed—was born on the borders of Nepal about 62O B.C., and died

about 543 B.C. at Kusinagara, in Oudh. In point of age, therefore,

most other creeds are youthful compared with this venerable religion,

which has in it the eternity of a universal hope, the immortality of a

boundless love, an indestructible element of faith in final good, and

the proudest assertion ever made of human freedom. The

extravagances which disfigure the record and practice of Buddhism

are to be referred to that inevitable degradation which priesthoods

always inflict upon great ideas committed to their charge. The power

and sublimity of Gautama’s original doctrines should be estimated by

their influence, not by their interpreters; nor by that innocent but lazy

and ceremonious church which has arisen on the foundations of the

Buddhistic Brotherhood or “Sangha.”

I have put my poem into a Buddhist’s mouth, because, to appreciate

the spirit of Asiatic thoughts, they should be regarded from the

Oriental point of view; and neither the miracles which consecrate this

record, nor the philosophy which it embodies, could have been

otherwise so naturally reproduced. The doctrine of Transmigration,

for instance—startling to modern minds—was established and

thoroughly accepted by the Hindus of Buddha’s time; that period when

Jerusalem was being taken by Nebuchadnezzar, when Nineveh was

falling to the Medes, and Marseilles was founded by the Phocæans.

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The exposition here offered of so antique a system is of necessity

incomplete, and—in obedience to the laws of poetic art—passes

rapidly by many matters philosophically most important, as well as

over the long ministry of Gautama. But my purpose has been obtained

if any just conception be here conveyed of the lofty character of this

noble prince, and of the general purport of his doctrines. As to these

latter there has arisen prodigious controversy among the erudite, who

will be aware that I have taken the imperfect Buddhistic citations

much as they stand in Spence Hardy’s work, and have also modified

more than one passage in the received narratives. The views, however,

here indicated of “Nirvāna,” “Dharma,” “Karma,” and the other chief

features of Buddhism, are at least the fruits of considerable study, and

also of a firm conviction that a third of mankind would never have

been brought to believe in blank abstractions, or in Nothingness as the

issue and crown of Being.

Finally, in reverence to the illustrious Promulgator of this Light of

Asia, and in homage to the many eminent scholars who have devoted

noble labours to his memory, for which both repose and ability are

wanting to me, I beg that the shortcomings of my too hurried study

may be forgiven. It has been composed in the brief intervals of days

without leisure, but is inspired by an abiding desire to aid in the better

mutual knowledge of East and West. The time may come I hope,

when this book and my Indian Song of Songs, and Indian Idylls, will

preserve the memory of one who loved India and the Indian peoples.

EDWIN ARNOLD.

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Book the First

The Scripture of the Saviour of the World,

Lord Buddha—Prince Siddārtha styled on earth—

In Earth and Heavens and Hells Incomparable,

All-honoured, Wisest, Best, most Pitiful;3

The Teacher of Nirvāna and the Law.

Thus came he to be born again for men.4

Below the highest sphere four Regents5 sit

Who rule our world; and under them are zones

Nearer, but high, where saintliest spirits dead

Wait thrice ten thousand years, then live again;6

And on Lord Buddha, waiting in that sky,7

Came for our sakes the five sure signs of birth8

3 Most Compassionate, poetic.

4 v.l. Then came he. As stated in the Editor’s Preface in the Mahāyāna texts

which form the source for this poem, the Buddha is seen as eternally

existent, being born again and again in order to teach the Dharma.

5 Pāḷi: Catummahārājā.

6 Paraphrase: then live in human form again.

7 This seems to imply that he was residing in a world lower than the

Catummahārājā, whereas he was in Tusita Heaven, which in the normal

cosmology is considered to be three planes above.

8 He was living as a deva at the time. The signs that a deva is about to die

are: the flowers he is wearing fade; the clothes become dirty; the body

starts to smell bad; there is sweating in the armpits; and he becomes unhappy.

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So that the Devas9 knew the signs, and said:

“Buddha will go again to help the World.”

“Yea!” spake He, “now I go to help the World.

This last of many times; for birth and death

End hence for me and those who learn my Law.

I will go down among the Sākyas,

Under the southward snows of Himalay,

Where pious people live and a just King.”

That night the wife of King Suddhōdana,

Maya the Queen, asleep beside her Lord,

Dreamed a strange dream; dreamed that a star from heaven—

Splendid, six-rayed, in colour rosy-pearl,

Whereof the token was an Elephant

Six-tusked, and white as milk of Kamadhuk10

—

Shot through the void; and, shining into her,

Entered her womb upon the right. Awaked,

Bliss beyond mortal mother’s filled her breast,

And over half the earth a lovely light

Forewent11

the morn. The strong hills shook; the waves

Sank lulled; all flowers that blow by day came forth

9 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

10 The wish-fulfilling cow. v.l.: whiter than Vahuka’s milk.

11 Went before.

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As ’twere12

high noon; down to the farthest hells

Passed the Queen’s joy, as when warm sunshine thrills

Wood-glooms13

to gold, and into all the deeps

A tender whisper pierced. “Oh ye,” it said,

“The dead that are to live, the live who die,

Uprise, and hear, and hope! Buddha is come!”

Whereat in Limbos14

numberless much peace

Spread, and the world’s heart throbbed, and a wind blew

With unknown freshness over lands and seas.

And when the morning dawned, and this was told,

The grey15

dream-readers said “The dream is good!

The Crab16

is in conjunction with the Sun;

The Queen shall bear a boy, a holy child

Of wondrous wisdom, profiting all flesh,

Who shall deliver men from ignorance,

Or rule the world, if he will deign to rule.”17

In this wise was the holy Buddha born.

Queen Maya stood at noon, her days fulfilled,

12 As if it were.

13 The gloomy (dark) woods.

14 Limbos here means the lower and transient states of being.

15 old, venerable.

16 the constellation Cancer.

17 i.e. he will either become a Buddha or an Universal Monarch.

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Under a Palsa in the Palace-grounds,18

A stately trunk, straight as a temple-shaft,

With crown of glossy leaves and fragrant blooms;

And, knowing the time come—for all things knew—

The conscious tree bent down its boughs to make

A bower19

about Queen Maya’s majesty;

And Earth put forth a thousand sudden20

flowers

To spread a couch; while, ready for the bath,

The rock hard by gave out a limpid21

stream

Of crystal flow. So brought she forth her child

Pangless22

—he having on his perfect form

The marks, thirty and two, of blessed birth;23

Of which the great news to the Palace came.

But when they brought the painted palanquin24

To fetch him home, the bearers of the poles

18 According to the Pāḷi sources the birth took place, not in the palace, but

midway between Kapilavatthu and her hometown at Devadaha, at Lumbini,

and under a Sāl tree.

19 A private natural recess, or arbor.

20 fresh.

21 clear.

22 Painless.

23 See the Reference section for a list of these marks.

24 An enclosed carraige, normally carried by men.

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Were the four Regents of the Earth,25

come down

From Mount Sumeru26

—they who write men’s deeds

On brazen27

plates—the Angel of the East28

Whose hosts are clad in silver robes, and bear

Targets of pearl: the Angel of the South29

Whose horsemen, the Kumbhandas,30

ride blue steeds,

With sapphire shields: the Angel of the West,31

By Nāgas followed, riding steeds blood-red,

With coral shields: the Angel of the North,32

Environed33

by his Yakshas, all in gold,

On yellow horses, bearing shields of gold.

These, with their pomp34

invisible, came down

And took the poles, in cast and outward garb

25 Pāḷi: Catummahārājā.

26 A mountain in the Himālayas, now identified with Mt. Kailash (see the

Maps section for more information).

27 bronze.

28 Dhataraṭṭha, the king of the Gandhabbas.

29 Virūḷhaka.

30 Kumbhandas, Nāgas, Yakshas and Gandhabbas are classes of

Bhummādevā.

31 Virūpakkha.

32 Vessavaṇa.

33 Surrounded.

34 glory.

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Like bearers, yet most mighty gods; and gods

Walked free with men that day, though men knew not;

For Heaven was filled with gladness for Earth’s sake,

Knowing Lord Buddha thus was come again.

But King Suddhōdana wist35

not of this;

The portents troubled, till his dream-readers

Augured36

a Prince of earthly dominance,

A Chakravartin,37

such as rise to rule

Once in each thousand years; seven gifts he has—

The Chakra-ratna, disc divine; the gem;

The horse, the Asva-ratna, that proud steed

Which tramps the clouds; a snow-white elephant,

The Hasti-ratna, born to bear his King;

The crafty Minister, the General

Unconquered; and the wife of peerless grace,

The Strī-ratna, lovelier than the Dawn.

For which gifts looking with this wondrous boy,

The King gave order that his town should keep

High festival; therefore the ways were swept,

Rose-odours sprinkled in the street, the trees

Were hung with lamps and flags, while merry crowds

Gaped on the sword-players and posturers,

35 knew.

36 Predicted.

37 Universal monarch, Pāḷi Cakkavatti.

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The jugglers, charmers, swingers, rope-walkers,

The nautch-girls38

in their spangled39

skirts and bells

That chime40

light laughter round their restless feet;

The masquers41

wrapped in skins of bear and deer,

The tiger-tamers, wrestlers, quail-fighters,

Beaters of drum and twanglers of the wire,42

Who made the people happy by command.

Moreover, from afar came merchant-men,

Bringing, on tidings of this birth, rich gifts

In golden trays; goat-shawls, and nard,43

and jade,

Turkises,44

“evening-sky” tint, woven webs45

—

So fine twelve folds hide not a modest face—

Waist-cloths sewn thick with pearls, and sandal-wood

Homage from tribute cities; so they called

Their Prince Savārthasiddh, “All-Prospering,”

Briefer, Siddārtha.

38 Nautch, a dancing-girl; the word is derived from Sanskrit/Pāḷi nāṭikā, with

the same meaning.

39 glittering.

40 ring.

41 masqueraders, actors.

42 i.e. those who play stringed instruments.

43 An ointment.

44 Turquoise.

45 i.e. tapestries.

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’Mongst the strangers came

A grey-haired saint, Asita, one whose ears,

Long closed to earthly things, caught heavenly sounds,

And heard at prayer beneath his peepul-tree46

The Devas47

singing songs at Buddha’s birth.

Wondrous in lore48

he was by age and fasts;

Him, drawing nigh, seeming so reverend,

The King saluted, and Queen Maya made

To lay her babe before such holy feet;

But when he saw the Prince the old man cried

“Ah, Queen, not so!” and thereupon he touched

Eight times the dust, laid his waste visage49

there,

Saying, “O Babe! I worship! Thou art He!

I see the rosy light, the foot-sole marks,

The soft curled tendril of the Swastika,50

The sacred primal signs thirty and two,

The eighty lesser tokens. Thou art Buddh,

And thou wilt preach the Law and save all flesh

Who learn the Law, though I shall never hear,

46 A peepul tree is also known as a Bodhi tree.

47 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

48 learning.

49 face.

50 An ancient Indian sign of auspiciousness.

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Dying too soon, who lately longed to die;

Howbeit I have seen Thee. Know, O King!

This is that Blossom on our human tree

Which opens once in many myriad51

years—

But opened, fills the world with Wisdom’s scent

And Love’s dropped honey; from thy royal root

A Heavenly Lotus springs: Ah, happy House!

Yet not all-happy, for a sword must pierce

Thy bowels for this boy—whilst thou, sweet Queen!

Dear to all gods and men for this great birth,

Henceforth art grown too sacred for more woe,

And life is woe, therefore in seven days

Painless thou shalt attain the close of pain.”52

Which fell: for on the seventh evening

Queen Maya smiling slept, and waked no more,

Passing content to Trāyastrinshas-Heaven,

Where countless Devas53

worship her and wait

Attendant on that radiant Motherhead.

But for the Babe they found a foster-nurse,

Princess Mahāprajāpati—her breast

51 thousand.

52 More correctly: the close of this life’s pain; i.e. she will pass to her next

life, which was as a Devaputta in the Tāvatiṁsa Heaven according to Pāḷi

sources.

53 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

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Nourished with noble milk the lips of Him

Whose lips comfort the Worlds.

When th’ eighth year passed,

The careful King bethought to teach his son

All that a Prince should learn, for still he shunned

The too vast presage54

of those miracles,

The glories and the sufferings of a Buddh.

So, in full council of his Ministers,

“Who is the wisest man, great sirs,” he asked,

“To teach my Prince that which a Prince should know?”

Whereto gave answer each with instant voice:

“King! Visvamitra55

is the wisest one,

The farthest-seen in Scriptures, and the best

In learning, and the manual arts, and all.”

Thus Visvamitra came and heard commands;

And, on a day found fortunate, the Prince

Took up his slate of ox-red sandal-wood

All beautified by gems around the rim,

And sprinkled smooth with dust of emery,56

These took he, and his writing-stick, and stood

With eyes bent down before the Sage, who said

“Child, write this Scripture,” speaking slow the verse

54 prediction.

55 Not named in Pāḷi sources, his name means: Universal Friend.

56 A grey-black mineral.

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“Gāyatrī”57

named, which only High-born hear:—

Om, tatsaviturvarenyam

Bhargo devasya dhímahi

Dhiyo yo na prachodayāt.

“Acharya, I write,” meekly replied

The Prince, and quickly on the dust he drew—

Not in one script, but many characters—

The sacred verse; Nagri and Dakshin, Nī,

Mangal, Parusha, Yava, Tirthi, Uk,

Darad, Sikhyani, Mana, Madhyachar,

The pictured writings and the speech of signs,

Tokens of cave men and the sea-peoples,

Of those who worship snakes beneath the earth,

And those who flame adore and the sun’s orb,

The Magians and the dwellers on the mounds;

Of all the Nations all strange scripts he traced

One after other with his writing stick,

Reading the master’s verse in every tongue;

And Visvamitra said, “It is enough,

Let us to numbers.

57 Also called Sāvitrī, a sacred Vedic verse in the Gāyatrī metre (R.V. III,

62.10).

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After me repeat

Your numeration till we reach the Lakh,58

One, two, three, four, to ten, and then by tens

To hundreds, thousands.” After him the child

Named digits, decads, centuries; nor paused,

The round Lakh reached, but softly murmured on,

“Then comes the kōti, nahut, ninnahut,

Khamba, viskhamba, abab, attata,

To kumuds, gundhikas, and utpalas,

By pundarīkas unto padumas,

Which last is how you count the utmost grains

Of Hastagiri59

ground to finest dust;

But beyond that a numeration is,

The Kātha, used to count the stars of night;

The Kōti-Kātha, for the ocean drops;

Ingga, the calculus of circulars;

Sarvanikchepa, by the which you deal

With all the sands of Gunga,60

till we come

To Antah-Kalpas,61

where the unit is

The sands of ten crore Gungas. If one seeks

More comprehensive scale, th’ arithmic mounts

58 A lakh is 100,000.

59 Elephant mountain.

60 Old spelling for Gaṅga.

61 Internal aeons.

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By the Asaṅkhya, which is the tale62

Of all the drops that in ten thousand years

Would fall on all the worlds by daily rain;

Thence unto Mahā-Kalpas,63

by the which

The Gods compute their future and their past.”

“ ’Tis good,” the sage rejoined. “Most noble Prince,

If these thou know’st, needs it that I should teach

The mensuration of the lineal?”

Humbly the boy replied, “Acharya!

Be pleased to hear me. Paramānus64

ten

A parasukshma make; ten of those build

The trasarene, and seven trasarenes

One mote’s-length floating in the beam, seven motes

The whisker-point of mouse, and ten of these

One likhya; likhyas ten a yuka, ten

Yukas a heart of barley, which is held

Seven times a wasp-waist; so unto the grain

Of mung and mustard and the barley-corn,

Whereof ten give the finger-joint, twelve joints

The span, wherefrom we reach the cubit, staff,

Bow-length, lance-length; while twenty lengths of lance

62 i.e. tally, amount.

63 Great aeons.

64 Atoms.

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Mete65

what is named a ‘breath’, which is to say

Such space as man may stride with lungs once filled,

Whereof a gow66

is forty, four times that

A yōjana;67

and, Master! if it please,

I shall recite how many sun-motes lie

From end to end within a yōjana.

Thereat, with instant skill, the little Prince

Pronounced the total of the atoms true.

But Visvamitra heard it on his face

Prostrate before the boy; “For thou,” he cried,

“Art Teacher of thy teachers—thou, not I,

Art Guru. Oh, I worship thee, sweet prince!

That comest to my school only to show

Thou knowest all without the books, and know’st

Fair reverence besides.”

Which reverence

Lord Buddha kept68

to all his schoolmasters

Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech

Right gentle, yet so wise, princely of mien,69

65 measure, archaic.

66 Pāḷi: gavuta; a quarter of a yojana.

67 A distance of 7 to 12 kilometres, lit. as much as can be travelled with one

yoke of oxen.

68 paid.

69 appearance.

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Yet softly-mannered; modest, deferent,

And tender-hearted, though of fearless blood;

No bolder horseman in the youthful band

E’er rode in gay70

chase of the shy gazelles;

No keener driver of the chariot

In mimic contest scoured the Palace-courts;

Yet in mid-play the boy would ofttimes pause,

Letting the deer pass free; would ofttimes yield

His half-won race because the labouring steeds

Fetched painful breath; or if his princely mates

Saddened to lose, or if some wistful71

dream

Swept o’er his thoughts. And ever with the years

Waxed72

this compassionateness of our Lord,

Even as a great tree grows from two soft leaves

To spread its shade afar; but hardly yet

Knew the young child of sorrow, pain, or tears,

Save as strange names for things not felt by kings,

Nor ever to be felt. But it befell

In the Royal garden on a day of spring,

A flock of wild swans passed, voyaging north

To their nest-places on Himāla’s breast.

Calling in love-notes down their snowy line

70 happy.

71 sad.

72 Grew.

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The bright birds flew, by fond love piloted;

And Devadatta, cousin of the Prince,

Pointed his bow, and loosed a wilful shaft

Which found the wide wing of the foremost swan

Broad-spread to glide upon the free blue road,

So that it fell, the bitter arrow fixed,

Bright scarlet blood-gouts staining the pure plumes.

Which seeing, Prince Siddārtha took the bird

Tenderly up, rested it in his lap—

Sitting with knees crossed, as Lord Buddha sits—

And, soothing with a touch the wild thing’s fright,

Composed its ruffled vans, calmed its quick heart,

Caressed it into peace with light kind palms

As soft as plantain-leaves an hour unrolled;

And while the left hand held, the right hand drew

The cruel steel forth from the wound, and laid

Cool leaves and healing honey on the smart.73

Yet all so little knew the boy of pain

That curiously into his wrist he pressed

The arrow’s barb, and winced to feel it sting,

And turned with tears to soothe his bird again.

Then some one came who said, “My Prince hath shot

A swan, which fell among the roses here,

He bids me pray you send it. Will you send?”

73 pain caused by a wound.

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“Nay,” quoth Siddārtha, “if the bird were dead

To send it to the slayer might be well,

But the swan lives; my cousin hath but killed

The god-like speed which throbbed in this white wing.”

And Devadatta answered, “The wild thing

Living or dead, is his who fetched it down;

’Twas no man’s in the clouds, but fall’n ’tis mine.

Give me my prize, fair Cousin.” Then our Lord

Laid the swan’s neck beside his own smooth cheek

And gravely spake, “Say no! the bird is mine,

The first of myriad things which shall be mine

By right of mercy and love’s lordliness.

For now I know, by what within me stirs,

That I shall teach compassion unto men

And be a speechless world’s interpreter,

Abating this accursed flood of woe,

Not man’s alone; but, if the Prince disputes,

Let him submit his matter to the wise

And we will wait their word.” So was it done;

In full divan74

the business had debate,

And many thought this thing and many that,

Till there arose an unknown priest who said,

“If life be aught,75

the saviour of a life

74 council of state.

75 anything whatsoever.

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Owns more the living thing than he can own

Who sought to slay—the slayer spoils and wastes,

The cherisher sustains; give him the bird”:

Which judgment all found just; but when the King

Sought out the sage for honour, he was gone,

And some one saw a hooded snake glide forth,—

The gods come ofttimes thus! So our Lord Buddha

Began his works of mercy.

Yet not more

Knew he as yet of grief than that one bird’s,

Which, being healed, went joyous to its kind.

But on another day the King said, “Come,

Sweet son! and see the pleasaunce76

of the spring,

And how the fruitful earth is wooed77

to yield

Its riches to the reaper; how my realm—

Which shall be thine when the pile78

flames for me—

Feeds all its mouths and keeps the King’s chest filled.

Fair is the season with new leaves, bright blooms,

Green grass, and cries of plough-time.” So they rode

Into a lane of wells and gardens, where,

All up and down the rich red loam,79

the steers

76 garden.

77 persuaded.

78 funeral pyre, archaic.

79 soil.

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Strained their strong shoulders in the creaking yoke

Dragging the ploughs; the fat soil rose and rolled

In smooth long80

waves back from the plough; who drove

Planted both feet upon the leaping share81

To make the furrow deep; among the palms

The tinkle of the rippling water rang,

And where it ran the glad earth ’broidered82

it

With balsams and the spears of lemon-grass.

Elsewhere were sowers who went forth to sow;

And all the jungle laughed with nesting-songs,83

And all the thickets rustled with small life

Of lizard, bee, beetle, and creeping things

Pleased at the spring-time. In the mango-sprays84

The sun-birds flashed; alone at his green forge

Toiled the loud coppersmith; bee-eaters hawked,85

Chasing the purple butterflies; beneath,

Striped squirrels raced, the mynas perked and picked,

80 v.l. dark.

81 plowshare.

82 embroidered.

83 i.e. was alive with sound of young birds in their nests.

84 branches.

85 hunted.

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The nine brown sisters86

chattered in the thorn,

The pied87

fish-tiger hung above the pool.

The egrets stalked among the buffaloes,

The kites sailed circles in the golden air;

About the painted temple peacocks flew,

The blue doves cooed from every well, far off

The village drums beat for some marriage-feast;

All things spoke peace and plenty, and the Prince

Saw and rejoiced. But, looking deep, he saw

The thorns which grow upon this rose of life;

How the swart88

peasant sweated for his wage,

Toiling for leave to live; and how he urged

The great-eyed oxen through the flaming hours,

Goading their velvet89

flanks; then marked he, too,

How lizard fed on ant, and snake on him,

And kite on both; and how the fish-hawk robbed

The fish-tiger of that which it had seized;

The shrike chasing the bulbul, which did chase

The jewelled butterflies; till everywhere

Each slew a slayer and in turn was slain,

86 The Jungle Babbler (Turdoides striatus); they congregate in groups of

seven and are therefore normally known as the seven (not nine) sisters.

87 striped.

88 dark-skinned.

89 smooth.

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Life living upon death. So the fair show

Veiled one vast, savage, grim conspiracy

Of mutual murder, from the worm to man,

Who himself kills his fellow; seeing which—

The hungry ploughman and his labouring kine,90

Their dewlaps blistered with the bitter yoke,

The rage to live which makes all living strife—

The Prince Siddārtha sighed. “Is this,” he said,

“That happy earth they brought me forth to see?

How salt with sweat the peasant’s bread! how hard

The oxen’s service! in the brake91

how fierce

The war of weak and strong! i’ th’ air what plots!

No refuge e’en in water. Go aside

A space, and let me muse92

on what ye show.”

So saying the good Lord Buddha seated him

Under a jambu-tree,93

with ankles crossed—

As holy statues sit—and first began

To meditate this deep disease of life,

What its far source and whence its remedy.

90 oxen, cows.

91 overgrown fields.

92 meditate, think.

93 Bot.: Syzygium samarangense; a tree which produces a small globular fruit,

another name for is also called India is Jambu-dvipa, the Jambu Island or Continent.

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So vast a pity filled him, such wide love

For living things, such passion to heal pain,

That by their stress his princely spirit passed

To ecstasy, and, purged from mortal taint

Of sense and self, the boy attained thereat

Dhyāna, first step of “the path.”94

There flew

High overhead that hour five holy ones,

Whose free wings faltered as they passed the tree.

“What power superior draws us from our flight?”

They asked, for spirits feel all force divine,

And know the sacred presence of the pure.

Then, looking downward, they beheld the Buddh

Crowned with a rose-hued aureole,95

intent

On thoughts to save; while from the grove a voice

Cried, “Rishis!96

this is He shall help the world,

Descend and worship.” So the Bright Ones came

And sang a song of praise, folding their wings,

Then journeyed on, taking good news to Gods.

94 Pāḷi: jhāna; why Arnold names it as the first step of the path I do not

know, but in the Noble Eightfold Path the eighth step, Sammāsamādhi, is

defined in terms of jhāna.

95 aura, halo.

96 Seers, Sages.

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But certain from the King seeking the Prince

Found him still musing,97

though the noon was past,

And the sun hastened to the western hills;

Yet, while all shadows moved; the jambu-tree’s98

Stayed in one quarter, overspreading him,

Lest the sloped rays should strike that sacred head;

And he who saw this sight heard a voice say,

Amid the blossoms of the rose-apple,

“Let be the King’s son! till the shadow goes

Forth from his heart my shadow will not shift.”

97 meditating.

98 Bot.: Syzygium samarangense; a tree which produces a small globular fruit.

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Book the Second

Now, when our Lord was eighteen years in age,

The King commanded that there should be built

Three stately houses, one of hewn99

square beams

With cedar lining, warm for winter days;

One of veined marbles, cool for summer heat;

And one of burned bricks, with blue tiles bedecked,

Pleasant at seed-time, when the champaks100

bud—

Subha, Suramma, Ramma, were their names.101

Delicious102

gardens round about them bloomed,

Streams wandered wild, and musky103

thickets stretched,

With many a bright pavilion and fair lawn,

In midst of which Siddārtha strayed104

at will,

Some new delight provided every hour;

And happy hours he knew, for life was rich,

With youthful blood at quickest;105

yet still came

The shadows of his meditation back,

99 cut.

100 A small tree bearing creamy white flowers.

101 The names mean: Beautiful, Delightful, Delight.

102 Delightful.

103 scented.

104 wandered.

105 Paraphrase: with youthful blood full of life.

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As the lake’s silver dulls with driving clouds.106

Which the King marking, called his Ministers:

“Bethink ye, sirs! how the old Rishi spake,”

He said, “and what my dream-readers foretold.

This boy, more dear to me than mine heart’s blood,

Shall be of universal dominance,

Trampling the neck of107

all his enemies,

A King of kings—and, this is in my heart—

Or he shall tread the sad and lowly path

Of self-denial and of pious pains,

Gaining who knows what good, when all is lost

Worth keeping; and to this his wistful108

eyes

Do still incline amid my palaces.

But ye are sage,109

and ye will counsel me;

How may his feet be turned to that proud road

Where they should walk, and all fair signs come true

Which gave him Earth to rule, if he would rule?”

106 Paraphrase: as the bright lake becomes dull when covered by clouds.

107 i.e. destroying.

108 sad.

109 wise.

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The eldest answered, “Maharaja!110

love

Will cure these thin distempers;111

weave the spell

Of woman’s wiles112

about his idle heart.

What knows this noble boy of beauty yet,

Eyes that make heaven forgot, and lips of balm?113

Find him soft wives and pretty playfellows;

The thoughts ye cannot stay with brazen chains

A girl’s hair lightly binds.”

And all thought good.

But the King answered, “If we seek him wives,

Love chooseth ofttimes with another eye;

And if we bid range Beauty’s garden round,

To pluck what blossom pleases, he will smile

And sweetly shun the joy he knows not of.”

Then said another, “Roams the barasingh114

Until the fated arrow flies; for him,

As for less lordly spirits, someone charms,

Some face will seem a Paradise, some form

Fairer than pale Dawn when she wakes the world.

110 Great King!

111 this small sense of dis-ease.

112 tricks.

113 Paraphrase: Eyes that make him forgetful of higher things, and lips that

soothe (his sense of dis-ease).

114 a kind of deer.

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This do, my King! Command a festival

Where the realm’s maids shall be competitors

In youth and grace, and sports that Sākyas use.

Let the prince give the prizes to the fair.

And, when the lovely victors pass his seat,

There shall be those who mark if one or two

Change the fixed sadness of his tender cheek;

So we may choose for Love with Love’s own eyes,

And cheat his Highness into happiness.”

This thing seemed good; wherefore, upon a day,

The criers bade the young and beautiful

Pass to the palace, for ’twas in command

To hold a court of pleasure, and the Prince

Would give the prizes, something rich for all,

The richest, for the fairest judged. Thus flocked

Kapilavastu’s maidens to the gate,

Each with her dark hair newly smoothed and bound,

Eyelashes lustred115

with the soorma-stick,

Fresh-bathed and scented; all in shawls and cloths

Of gayest; slender hands and feet new-stained

With crimson, and the tilka-spots116

stamped bright.

Fair show it was of all those Indian girls

Slow-pacing past the throne with large black eyes

115 painted.

116 a mark on the forehead which Indian women wear.

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Fixed on the ground; for when they saw the Prince

More than the awe of Majesty made beat

Their fluttering hearts, he sate so passionless,

Gentle, but so beyond them. Each maid took

With down-dropped lids her gift, afraid to gaze;

And if the people hailed some lovelier one

Beyond her rivals worthy royal smiles,

She stood like a scared antelope to touch

The gracious hand, then fled to join her mates

Trembling at favour, so divine he seemed,

So high and saint-like and above her world.

Thus filed they, one bright maid after another,

The city’s flowers, and all this beauteous march

Was ending and the prizes spent, when last

Came young Yasōdhara, and they that stood

Nearest Siddārtha saw the princely boy

Start, as the radiant girl approached. A form

Of heavenly mould! a gait like Pārvati’s;

Eyes like a hind’s117

in love-time; face so fair

Words cannot paint its spell; and she alone

Gazed full—folding her palms across her breasts—

On the boy’s gaze, her stately neck unbent.

“Is there a gift for me?” she asked, and smiled.

“The gifts are gone,” the Prince replied “yet take

117 red deer’s.

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This for amends, dear sister, of whose grace

Our happy city boasts,” therewith he loosed

The emerald necklet from his throat, and clasped

Its green beads round her dark and silk-soft waist;

And their eyes mixed,118

and from the look sprang love.

Long after—when enlightenment was full—

Lord Buddha, being prayed why thus his heart

Took fire at first glance of the Sākya girl,

Answered, “We were not strangers, as to us

And all it seemed; in ages long gone by

A hunter’s son, playing with forest girls

By Yamun’s springs, where Nandadevi stands,

Sate umpire119

while they raced beneath the firs

Like hares at eve that run their playful rings;

One with flower-stars he crowned; one with long plumes

Plucked from eyed pheasant and the jungle-cock;

One with fir-apples; but who ran the last

Came first for him, and unto her the boy

Gave a tame fawn and his heart’s love beside.

And in the wood they lived many glad years,

And in the wood they undivided died.120

118 met.

119 a judge.

120 Neither this Jātaka, nor the the tiger-life below, are found in the Pāḷi

collection, and I do not know their source.

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Lo! as hid seed shoots after rainless years,

So good and evil, pains and pleasures, hates

And loves, and all dead deeds, come forth again

Bearing bright leaves or dark, sweet fruit or sour.

Thus I was he and she Yasōdhara;

And while the wheel of birth and death turns round

That which hath been must be between us two.”

But they who watched the Prince at prize-giving

Saw and heard all, and told the careful King

How sate Siddārtha heedless, till there passed

Great Suprabuddha’s child, Yasōdhara;

And how—at sudden sight of her—he changed,

And how she gazed on him and he on her,

And of the jewel-gift, and what beside

Passed in their speaking glance.

The fond King smiled:

“Look! we have found a lure; take counsel now

To fetch therewith our falcon from the clouds.

Let messengers be sent to ask the maid

In marriage for my son.” But it was law

With Sākyas, when any asked a maid

Of noble house, fair and desirable,

He must make good his skill in martial arts

Against all suitors who should challenge it;

Nor might this custom break itself for kings.

Therefore her father spake: “Say to the King,

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The child is sought by princes far and near;

If thy most gentle son can bend the bow,

Sway121

sword, and back122

a horse better than they,

Best would be in all and best to us:

But how shall this be, with his cloistered123

ways?”

Then the King’s heart was sore, for now the Prince

Begged sweet Yasōdhara for wife—in vain,

With Devadatta foremost at the bow,

Ardjuna master of all fiery steeds,

And Nanda chief in sword-play; but the Prince

Laughed low and said, “These things, too, I have learned;

Make proclamation that thy son will meet

All comers at their chosen games. I think

I shall not lose my love for such as these.”

So ’twas given forth that on the seventh day

The Prince Siddārtha summoned whoso would

To match with him in feats of manliness,

The victor’s crown to be Yasōdhara.

Therefore, upon the seventh day, there went

The Sākya lords, and town and country round,

Unto the maidān;124

and the maid went too

121 Wield.

122 ride.

123 secluded.

124 park.

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Amid her kinsfolk, carried as a bride,

With music, and with litters125

gaily dight,126

And gold-horned oxen, flower-caparisoned:127

Whom Devadatta claimed, of royal line,

And Nanda and Ardjuna, noble both,

The flower of all youths there; till the Prince came

Riding his white horse Kantaka, which neighed,

Astonished at this great strange world without:

Also Siddārtha gazed with wondering eyes

On all those people born beneath the throne,

Otherwise housed than kings, otherwise fed,

And yet so like—perchance in joys and griefs.

But when the Prince saw sweet Yasōdhara,

Brightly he smiled, and drew his silken rein,

Leaped to the earth from Kantaka’s broad back,

And cried, “He is not worthy of this pearl

Who is not worthiest; let my rivals prove

If I have dared too much in seeking her.”

Then Nanda challenged for the arrow-test

And set a brazen drum six gows away,

Ardjuna six and Devadatta eight;

But Prince Siddārtha bade them set his drum

125 chairs or beds carried on poles by bearers.

126 dressed, decorated.

127 covered.

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Ten gows from off the line, until it seemed

A cowry-shell for target. Then they loosed,

And Nanda pierced his drum, Ardjuna his,

And Devadatta drove a well-aimed shaft

Through both sides of his mark, so that the crowd

Marvelled and cried; and sweet Yasōdhara

Dropped the gold sari128

o’er her fearful eyes,

Lest she should see her Prince’s arrow fail.

But he, taking their bow of lacquered cane,

With sinews bound, and strung with silver wire,

Which none but stalwart129

arms could draw a span,

Thrummed it—low laughing—drew the twisted string

Till the horns kissed,130

and the thick belly snapped:

“That is for play, not love,” he said, “hath none

A bow more fit for Sākya lords to use?”

And one said, “There is Sinhahānu’s131

bow,

Kept in the temple since we know not when,

Which none can string, nor draw if it be strung.”

“Fetch me,” he cried, “that weapon of a man!”

They brought the ancient bow, wrought of black steel

128 women’s dress or wrap (Hindi).

129 strong.

130 touched.

131 The name means: Lion-Slayer.

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Laid with gold tendrils132

on its branching curves

Like bison-horns; and twice Siddārtha tried

Its strength across his knee, then spake—“Shoot now

With this, my cousins!” but they could not bring

The stubborn arms a hand’s-breadth nigher use;

Then the Prince, lightly leaning, bent the bow,

Slipped home the eye upon the notch, and twanged

Sharply the cord, which like an eagle’s wing

Thrilling the air, sang forth so clear and loud,

That feeble folk133

at home that day inquired

“What is this sound?” and people answered them:

“It is the sound of Sinhahānu’s bow,

Which the King’s son has strung and goes to shoot.”

Then fitting fair a shaft, he drew and loosed,

And the keen arrow clove the sky, and drave134

Right through that farthest drum, nor stayed its flight,135

But skimmed the plain beyond, past reach of eye.

Then Devadatta challenged with the sword,

And clove a Talas tree six fingers thick;

Ardjuna seven; and Nanda cut through nine;

But two such stems together grew, and both

132 Inlaid with gold threads.

133 sickly folk, who had not come to the festival.

134 And the sharp arrow cut through the sky, and drove.

135 Paraphrase: nor did it’s flight stop.

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Siddārtha’s blade shred at one flashing stroke,

Keen, but so smooth that the straight trunks upstood,136

And Nanda cried, “His edge turned!” and the maid

Trembled anew seeing the trees erect,

Until the Devas137

of the air, who watched,

Blew light breaths138

from the south, and both green crowns

Crashed in the sand, clean-felled.

Then brought they steeds,

High-mettled,139

nobly-bred, and three times scoured140

Around the maidān,141

but white Kantaka

Left even the fleetest far behind—so swift,

That ere the foam fell from his mouth to earth

Twenty spear-lengths he flew; but Nanda said,

“We too might win with such as Kantaka;

Fetch an unbroken horse, and let men see

Who best can back him.” So the syces142

brought

136 remained standing.

137 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

138 winds.

139 High-spirited.

140 raced.

141 park.

142 horse grooms.

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A stallion dark as night, led by three chains,

Fierce-eyed, with nostrils wide and tossing mane,

Unshod, unsaddled, for no rider yet

Had crossed143

him. Three times each young Sākya

Sprang to his mighty back, but the hot steed

Furiously reared, and flung them to the plain

In dust and shame; only Ardjuna held

His seat awhile; and, bidding loose the chains,

Lashed the black flank, and shook the bit, and held

The proud jaws fast with grasp of master-hand,

So that in storms of wrath and rage and fear

The savage stallion circled once the plain

Half-tamed; but sudden turned with naked teeth,

Gripped by the foot Ardjuna, tore him down,

And would have slain him, but the grooms ran in

Fettering the maddened beast. Then all men cried,

“Let not Siddārtha meddle with this Bhūt,144

Whose liver is a tempest, and his blood

Red flame;” but the Prince said, “Let go the chains,

Give me his forelock only,” which he held

With quiet grasp, and, speaking some low word,

Laid his right palm across the stallion’s eyes,

And drew it gently down the angry face,

143 riden.

144 ghost, spirit.

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And all along the neck and panting flanks,

Till men astonished saw the night-black horse

Sink his fierce crest and stand subdued and meek,

As though he knew our Lord and worshipped him.

Nor stirred he while Siddārtha mounted; then

Went soberly to touch of knee and rein

Before all eyes, so that the people said,

“Strive no more, for Siddārtha is the best.”

And all the suitors answered “He is best!”

And Suprabuddha, father of the maid,

Said, “It was in our hearts to find thee best,

Being dearest, yet what magic taught thee more

Of manhood ’mid thy rose-bowers145

and thy dreams

Than war and chase and world’s work bring to these?

But wear,146

fair Prince, the treasure thou hast won.”

Then at a word the lovely Indian girl

Rose from her place above the throng,147

and took

A crown of mōgra-flowers,148

and lightly drew

The veil of black and gold across her brow,

Proud-pacing past the youths, until she came

To where Siddārtha stood in grace divine,

145 A private natural recess, or arbor.

146 take.

147 crowd.

148 A kind of jasmine, Sanskrit mallikā.

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New lighted149

from the night-dark steed, which bent

Its strong neck meekly underneath his arm.

Before the Prince lowly she bowed, and bared

Her face celestial beaming with glad love;

Then on his neck she hung the fragrant wreath,

And on his breast she laid her perfect head,

And stooped to touch his feet with proud glad eyes,

Saying, “Dear Prince, behold me, who am thine!”

And all the throng rejoiced, seeing them pass

Hand fast in hand, and heart beating with heart,

The veil of black and gold drawn close again.

Long after—when enlightenment was come—

They prayed Lord Buddha touching all, and why

She wore this black and gold, and stepped so proud.

And the World-honoured answered, “Unto me

This was unknown, albeit it seemed half-known;

For while the wheel of birth and death turns round,

Past things and thoughts and buried lives come back.

I now remember, myriad rains ago,

What time I roamed Himāla’s hanging woods,

A tiger, with my striped and hungry kind;

I, who am Buddha, crouched in the kusa grass150

149 alighted, got down.

150 Bot.: Poa cynosuroides; English: Halfa grass; it is a grass held sacred in

India and used in the sacrifices.

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Gazing with green blinked eyes upon the herds

Which pastured near and nearer to their death

Round my day-lair; or underneath the stars

I roamed for prey, savage, insatiable,

Sniffing the paths for track of man and deer.

Amid the beasts that were my fellows then,

Met in deep jungle or by reedy jheel,151

A tigress, comeliest of the forest, set

The males at War; her hide was lit with gold,

Black-broidered like the veil Yasōdhara

Wore for me; hot the strife waxed in that wood

With tooth and claw, while, underneath a neem152

The fair beast watched us bleed, thus fiercely wooed.

And I remember, at the end she came,

Snarling, past this and that torn forest-lord

Which I had conquered, and with fawning jaws

Licked my quick-heaving flank, and with me went

Into the wild with proud steps, amorously.

The wheel of birth and death turns low and high.”

Therefore the maid was given unto the Prince

A willing spoil; and when the stars were good—

Mesha, the Red Ram,153

being Lord of heaven—

151 lake (Hindi).

152 Bot.: the margosa tree; Sanskrit: nimba.

153 Sanskrit: Meṣa; i.e. the constellation Aries.

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The marriage feast was kept, as Sākyas use,

The golden gadi154

set, the carpet spread,

The wedding garlands hung, the arm-threads tied,

The sweet cake broke, the rice and attar155

thrown,

The two straws floated on the reddened milk,

Which, coming close, betokened “love till death;”

The seven steps taken thrice around the fire,

The gifts bestowed on holy men, the alms

And temple-offerings made, the mantras156

sung,

The garments of the bride and bridegroom tied.

Then the grey father spake: “Worshipful Prince,

She that was ours henceforth is only thine;

Be good to her, who hath her life in thee.”

Wherewith they brought home sweet Yasōdhara,

With songs and trumpets, to the Prince’s arms,

And love was all in all.

Yet not to love

Alone trusted the King; love’s prison-house

Stately and beautiful he bade them build,

So that in all the earth no marvel was

Like Vishramvan, the Prince’s pleasure-place.

Midway in those wide palace-grounds there rose

154 throne (Hindi).

155 A fragrant oil made from rose-petals.

156 Here meaning the verses of the Vedas recited at weddings.

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A verdant157

hill whose base Rohini bathed,

Murmuring adown158

from Himalay’s broad feet,

To bear its tribute into Gunga’s waves.

Southward a growth of tamarind trees and sāl,

Thick set with pale sky-coloured ganthi159

flowers

Shut out the world, save if the city’s hum

Came on the wind no harsher than when bees

Buzz out of sight in thickets. Northwards soared

The stainless ramps of huge Himāla’s wall,

Ranged in white ranks against the blue—untrod,

Infinite, wonderful—whose uplands vast,

And lifted universe of crest and crag,

Shoulder and shelf, green slope and icy horn,

Riven160

ravine, and splintered precipice

Led climbing thought higher and higher, until

It seemed to stand in heaven and speak with gods.

Beneath the snows dark forests spread, sharp-laced161

With leaping cataracts and veiled with clouds;

Lower grew rose-oaks and the great fir groves

157 grassy.

158 i.e. down, archaic.

159 I am unable to identify this flower.

160 Split apart.

161 interlaced, intertwined.

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Where echoed pheasant’s call and panther’s cry,

Clatter of wild sheep on the stones, and scream

Of circling eagles: under these the plain

Gleamed like a praying-carpet at the foot

Of those divinest altars. Fronting this

The builders set the bright pavilion up,

Fair-planted on the terraced hill, with towers

On either flank and pillared cloisters round.

Its beams were carved with stories of old time—

Radha and Krishna and the sylvan girls162

—

Sita and Hanuman and Draupadi;

And on the middle porch God Ganesha,163

With disc and hook—to bring wisdom and wealth—

Propitious sate, wreathing his sidelong trunk.

By winding ways of garden and of court

The inner gate was reached, of marble wrought,

White with pink veins; the lintel lazuli,

The threshold alabaster, and the doors

Sandal-wood, cut in pictured panelling;

Whereby to lofty halls and shadowy bowers164

Passed the delighted foot, on stately stairs,

162 girls from the woods.

163 Naming these heroes of the Mahābhārata and Rāmāyaṇa here is mainly

anachronistic.

164 A private natural recess, or arbor.

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Through latticed galleries, ’neath painted roofs

And clustering columns, where cool fountains—fringed

With lotus and nelumbo165

—danced, and fish

Gleamed through their crystal, scarlet, gold, and blue.

Great-eyed gazelles in sunny alcoves browsed

The blown red roses; birds of rainbow wing

Fluttered among the palms; doves, green and grey,

Built their safe nests on gilded cornices;166

Over the shining pavements peacocks drew

The splendours of their trains, sedately watched

By milk-white herons and the small house-owls.

The plum-necked parrots swung from fruit to fruit,

The yellow sunbirds whirred from bloom to bloom,

The timid lizards on the lattice basked

Fearless, the squirrels ran to feed from hand,

For all was peace; the shy black snake, that gives

Fortune to households, sunned his sleepy coils

Under the moon-flowers, where the musk-deer played,

And brown-eyed monkeys chattered to the crows.

And all this house of love was peopled fair

With sweet attendance, so that in each part

With lovely sights were gentle faces found,

Soft speech and willing service; each one glad

165 Also a name for a lotus.

166 window-casings.

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To gladden, pleased at pleasure, proud to obey;

Till life glided beguiled,167

like a smooth stream

Banked by perpetual flow’rs, Yasōdhara

Queen of the enchanting Court.

But, innermost,

Beyond the richness of those hundred halls,

A secret chamber lurked, where skill had spent

All lovely fantasies to lull the mind.

The entrance of it was a cloistered168

square—

Roofed by the sky, and in the midst a tank—

Of milky marble built, and laid with slabs

Of milk-white marble; bordered round the tank

And on the steps, and all along the freize169

With tender inlaid work of agate-stones.

Cool as to tread in summer-time on snows

It was to loiter there; the sunbeams dropped

Their gold, and, passing into porch and niche,

Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,

As if the very Day paused and grew Eve

In love and silence at that bower’s170

gate;

For there beyond the gate the chamber was,

167 deluded through attractive occupations.

168 secluded.

169 decorative sculpture.

170 A private natural recess, or arbor.

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Beautiful, sweet; a wonder of the world!

Soft light from perfumed lamps through windows fell,

Of nakre171

and stained stars of lucent film,

On golden cloths outspread, and silken beds,

And heavy splendour of the purdah’s172

fringe,

Lifted to take only the loveliest in.

Here, whether it was night or day none knew,

For always streamed that softened light, more bright

Than sunrise, but as tender as the eve’s;

And always breathed sweet airs, more joy-giving

Than morning’s, but as cool as midnight’s breath;

And night and day lutes sighed, and night and day

Delicious foods were spread, and dewy fruits,

Sherbets new chilled with snows of Himalay,

And sweetmeats made of subtle daintiness,

With sweet tree-milk in its own ivory cup.

And night and day served there a chosen band

Of nautch-girls,173

cup-bearers and cymballers,

Delicate, dark-browed ministers of love,

Who fanned the sleeping eyes of the happy Prince,

And when he waked, led back his thoughts to bliss

With music whispering through the blooms, and charm

171 mother-of-pearl.

172 The women’s secluded enclosure.

173 female dancers.

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Of amorous songs and dreamy dances, linked

By chime of ankle-bells and wave of arms

And silver veena-strings;174

while essences

Of musk and champak175

and the blue haze spread

From burning spices soothed his soul again

To drowse by sweet Yasōdhara; and thus

Siddārtha lived forgetting.

Furthermore,

The king commanded that within those walls

No mention should be made of death or age,

Sorrow, or pain, or sickness. If one drooped

In the lovely Court—her dark glance dim, her feet

Faint in the dance—the guiltless criminal

Passed forth an exile from that Paradise,

Lest he should see and suffer at her woe.

Bright-eyed intendants176

watched to execute

Sentence on such as spake of the harsh world

Without, where aches and plagues were, tears and fears,

And wail of mourners, and grim fume of pyres.

’Twas treason if a thread of silver strayed

174 a stringed instrument a little like a lute.

175 A small tree bearing creamy white flowers.

176 i.e. superindendents.

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In tress177

of singing-girl or nautch-dancer,178

And every dawn the dying rose was plucked,

The dead leaves hid, all evil sights removed:

For said the King, “If he shall pass his youth

Far from such things as move to wistfulness,179

And brooding on the empty eggs of thought,

The shadow of this fate, too vast for man,

May fade, belike,180

and I shall see him grow

To that great stature of fair sovereignty

When he shall rule all lands—if he will rule—

The King of kings and Glory of his time.”

Wherefore, around that pleasant prison-house—

Where love was gaoler and delights its bars—

But far removed from sight, the King bade build

A massive wall, and in the wall a gate

With brazen folding-doors, which but to roll

Back on their hinges asked181

a hundred arms;

Also the noise of that prodigious gate

Opening, was heard full half a yōjana.

And inside this another gate he made,

177 the hair.

178 dancer.

179 sadness.

180 perhaps.

181 needed.

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And yet within another—through the three

Must one pass if he quit that pleasure-house.

Three mighty gates there were, bolted and barred,

And over each was set a faithful watch;

And the King’s order said, “Suffer no man

To pass the gates, though he should be the Prince:

This on your lives—even though it be my son.”

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In which calm home of happy light and love

Ligged182

our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,

Nor want, nor pain, nor plague, nor age, nor death,

Save as when sleepers roam dim seas in dreams,

And land awearied on the shores of day,

Bringing strange merchandise from that black voyage.

Thus ofttimes, when he lay with gentle head

Lulled on the dark breasts of Yasōdhara,

Her fond hands fanning slow his sleeping lids,

He would start up and cry, “My world! Oh, world

I hear! I know! I come!” And she would ask,

“What ails my Lord?” with large eyes terror-struck;

For at such times the pity in his look

Was awful,183

and his visage184

like a god’s.

Then would he smile again to stay her tears,

And bid the veenas185

sound; but once they set

A stringed gourd186

on the sill, there where the wind

Could linger o’er its notes and play at will—

182 lingered on.

183 awe inspiring.

184 face.

185 a stringed instrument a little like a lute.

186 otherwise known as a wind harp.

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Wild music makes the wind on silver strings—

And those who lay around heard only that;

But Prince Siddārtha heard the Devas187

play,

And to his ears they sang such words as these:—

We are the voices of the wandering wind,

Which moan for rest and rest can never find,

Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life,

A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

Wherefore and whence we are ye cannot know,

Nor where life springs, nor whither life doth go;

We are as ye are, ghosts from the inane,

What pleasure have we of our changeful pain?

What pleasure hast thou of thy changeless bliss?

Nay, if love lasted, there were joy in this;

But life’s way is the wind’s way, all these things

Are but brief voices breathed on shifting strings.

O Maya’s son! because we roam the earth

Moan we upon these strings; we make no mirth,

So many woes we see in many lands,

So many streaming eyes and wringing hands.

Yet mock we while we wail, for, could they know,

This life they cling to is but empty show;

’Twere all as well to bid a cloud to stand,

Or hold a running river with the hand.

187 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

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But thou that art to save, thine hour is nigh!

The sad world waiteth in its misery,

The blind world stumbleth on its round of pain;

Rise, Maya’s child! wake! slumber not again!

We are the voices of the wandering wind:

Wander thou, too, O Prince, thy rest to find;

Leave love for love of lovers, for woe’s sake

Quit state for sorrow, and deliverance make.

So sigh we, passing o’er the silver strings,

To thee who know’st not yet of earthly things;

So say we; mocking, as we pass away,

These lovely shadows wherewith thou dost play.

Thereafter it befel he sate at eve

Amid his beauteous Court, holding the hand

Of sweet Yasōdhara, and some maid told—

With breaks of music when her rich voice dropped—

An ancient tale to speed the hour of dusk,

Of love, and of a magic horse, and lands

Wonderful, distant, where pale peoples dwelled,

And where the sun at night sank into seas.

Then spake he, sighing, “Chitra brings me back

The wind’s song in the strings with that fair tale:

Give her, Yasōdhara, thy pearl for thanks.

But thou, my pearl! is there so wide a world?

Is there a land which sees the great sun roll

Into the waves, and are their hearts like ours,

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Countless, unknown, not happy—it may be—

Whom we might succour188

if we knew of them?

Oft-times I marvel, as the Lord of day189

Treads from the east his kingly road of gold,

Who first on the world’s edge hath hailed his beam,

The children of the morning; oftentimes,

Even in their arms and on thy breasts, bright wife,

Sore have I panted, at the sun’s decline,

To pass with him into that crimson west

And see the peoples of the evening.

There must be many we should love—how else?

Now have I in this hour an ache, at last,

Thy soft lips cannot kiss away; oh, girl!

O Chitra! you that know of fairyland!

Where tether they that swift steed of thy tale?

My palace for one day upon his back,

To ride and ride and see the spread of the earth;

Nay, if I had yon callow190

vulture’s plumes—

The carrion heir of wider realms than mine—

How would I stretch for topmost Himalay,

Light where the rose-gleam lingers on those snows,

And strain my gaze with searching what is round!

188 comfort.

189 i.e. the Sun.

190 young, inexperienced.

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Why have I never seen and never sought?

Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates.”

Then one replied, “The city first, fair Prince!

The temples, and the gardens, and the groves,

And then the fields; and afterwards fresh fields,

With nullahs,191

maidāns,192

jungle, koss on koss;193

And next King Bimbasāra’s realm, and then

The vast flat world, with crores on crores of folk.”

“Good,” said Siddārtha; “let the word be sent

That Channa yoke my chariot—at noon

To-morrow I shall ride and see beyond.”

Whereof they told the King: “Our Lord, thy son,

Wills that his chariot be yoked at noon,

That he may ride abroad and see mankind.”

“Yea!” spake the careful King, “’tis time he see;

But let the criers go about and bid

My city deck194

itself, so there be met

No noisome195

sight; and let none blind or maimed,

None that is sick, or stricken deep in years,

191 ravines or gullies.

192 parks.

193 A quarter of a yojana, same as a gow.

194 decorate.

195 offensive.

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No leper, and no feeble folk196

come forth.”

Therefore the stones were swept, and up and down

The water-carriers sprinkled all the streets

From spirting197

skins, the housewives scattered fresh

Red powder on their thresholds, strung new wreaths,

And trimmed the tulsi-bush198

before their doors.

The paintings on the walls were heightened up

With liberal brush, the trees set thick with flags,

The idols gilded; in the four-went ways

Suryadeva and the great gods shone

’Mid shrines of leaves; so that the city seemed

A capital of some enchanted land.

Also the crier passed, with drum and gong,

Proclaiming loudly, “Ho! all citizens,

The King commands that there be seen to-day

No evil sight: let no one blind or maimed,

None that is sick, or stricken deep in years,

No leper, and no feeble folk199

go forth.

Let none, too, burn his dead nor bring them out

’Till nightfall. Thus Suddhōdana commands.”

196 sickly folk.

197 = spurting, i.e. gushing.

198 from Sanskrit tulasi: (the herb) basil, Bot.: ocimum sanctum.

199 sickly folk.

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So all was comely and the houses trim200

Throughout Kapilavastu, while the Prince

Came forth in painted car, which two steers drew,

Snow-white, with swirling dewlaps, and huge humps

Wrinkled against the carved and lacquered yoke,

Goodly it was to mark the people’s joy

Greeting their Prince; and glad Siddārtha waxed

At sight of all those liege201

and friendly folk

Bright-clad and laughing as if life were good.

“Fair is the world,” he said, “it likes me well!

And light and kind these men that are not kings,

And sweet my sisters here, who toil and tend;

What have I done for these to make them thus?

Why, if I love them, should those children know?

I pray take up yon pretty Sākya boy

Who flung us flowers, and let him ride with me.

How good it is to reign in realms like this!

How simple pleasure is, if these be pleased

Because I come abroad! How many things

I need not if such little households hold

Enough to make our city full of smiles!

Drive Channa! through the gates, and let me see

More of this gracious world I have not known.”

200 neat, tidy.

201 A loyal subject.

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So passed they through the gates, a joyous crowd

Thronging about the wheels, whereof some ran

Before the oxen, throwing wreaths; some stroked

Their silken flanks; some brought them rice and cakes,

All crying, “Jai! jai!202

for our noble Prince!”

Thus all the path was kept with gladsome203

looks

And filled with fair sights—for the king’s word was

That such should be—when midway in the road,

Slow tottering from the hovel where he hid,

Crept forth a wretch in rags, haggard and foul,

An old, old man, whose shrivelled skin, sun-tanned,

Clung like a beast’s hide to its fleshless bones.

Bent was his back with load of many days,

His eyepits red with rust of ancient tears,

His dim orbs204

blear with rheum,205

his toothless jaws

Wagging with palsy206

and the fright to see

So many and such joy. One skinny hand

Clutched a worn staff to prop his quavering limbs.

And one was pressed upon the ridge of ribs

Whence, came in gasps the heavy painful breath.

202 victory!

203 joyful.

204 eyes, poetic.

205 discharge.

206 A condition marked by tremor or shaking.

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“Alms!” moaned he, “give, good people! for I die

To-morrow or the next day!” then the cough

Choked him, but still he stretched his palm, and stood

Blinking, and groaning ’mid his spasms, “Alms!”

Then those around had wrenched his feeble feet

Aside, and thrust him from the road again,

Saying, “The Prince! dost see? get to thy lair!”207

But that Siddārtha cried, “Let be! let be!

Channa! what thing is this who seems a man,

Yet surely only seems, being so bowed,

So miserable, so horrible, so sad?

Are men born sometimes thus? What meaneth he

Moaning “to-morrow or next day I die?”

Finds he no food that so his bones jut forth?

What woe hath happened to this piteous one?”

Then answer made the charioteer, “Sweet Prince!

This is no other than an aged man.

Some fourscore years ago his back was straight,

His eye bright, and his body goodly: now

The thievish years have sucked his sap208

away,

Pillaged his strength and filched209

his will and wit;

His lamp has lost its oil, the wick burns black;

207 hideaway.

208 strength.

209 stolen.

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What life he keeps is one poor lingering spark

Which flickers for the finish: such is age;

Why should your Highness heed?” Then spake the Prince:

“But shall this come to others, or to all,

Or is it rare that one should be as he?”

“Most noble,” answered Channa, “even as he,

Will all these grow if they shall live so long.”

“But,” quoth the Prince, “if I shall live as long

Shall I be thus; and if Yasōdhara

Live fourscore years, is this old age for her,

Jālini, little Hasta, Gautami,

And Gunga, and the others?” “Yea, great Sir!”

The charioteer replied. Then spake the Prince:

“Turn back, and drive me to my house again!

I have seen that I did not think to see.”

Which pondering, to his beauteous Court returned

Wistful210

Siddārtha, sad of mien211

and mood;

Nor tasted he the white cakes nor the fruits

Spread for the evening feast, nor once looked up

While the best palace-dancers strove to charm:

Nor spake—save one sad thing—when wofully

Yasōdhara sank to his feet and wept,

Sighing, “Hath not my Lord comfort in me?”

210 Thoughtful.

211 appearance.

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“Ah, Sweet!” he said, “such comfort that my soul

Aches, thinking it must end, for it will end,

And we shall both grow old, Yasōdhara!

Loveless, unlovely, weak, and old, and bowed.

Nay, though we locked up love and life with lips

So close that night and day our breaths grew one,

Time would thrust in between to filch212

away

My passion and thy grace, as black Night steals

The rose-gleams from yon peak, which fade to grey

And are not seen to fade. This have I found,

And all my heart is darkened with its dread,

And all my heart is fixed to think how Love

Might save its sweetness from the slayer, Time,

Who makes men old.” So through that night he sate

Sleepless, uncomforted.

And all that night

The King Suddhōdana dreamed troublous dreams.

The first fear of his vision was a flag

Broad, glorious, glistening with a golden sun,

The mark of Indra; but a strong wind blew,

Rending213

its folds divine, and dashing it

Into the dust; whereat a concourse214

came

212 steal.

213 Tearing.

214 gathering.

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Of shadowy Ones, who took the spoiled silk up

And bore it eastward from the city gates.

The second fear was ten huge elephants,

With silver tusks and feet that shook the earth,

Trampling the southern road in mighty march;

And he who sate upon the foremost beast

Was the King’s son—the others followed him.

The third fear of the vision was a car,

Shining with blinding light, which four steeds drew,

Snorting white smoke and champing fiery foam;

And in the car the Prince Siddārtha sate.

The fourth fear was a wheel which turned and turned,

With nave of burning gold and jewelled spokes,

And strange things written on the binding tire,

Which seemed both fire and music as it whirled.

The fifth fear was a mighty drum, set down

Midway between the city and the hills,

On which the Prince beat with an iron mace,

So that the sound pealed like a thunderstorm,

Rolling around the sky and far away.

The sixth fear was a tower, which rose and rose

High o’er the city till its stately head

Shone crowned with clouds, and on the top the Prince

Stood, scattering from both hands, this way and that,

Gems of most lovely light, as if it rained

Jacynths and rubies; and the whole world came

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Striving to seize those treasures as they fell

Towards the four quarters. But the seventh fear was

A noise of wailing, and behold six men

Who wept and gnashed their teeth, and laid their palms

Upon their mouths, walking disconsolate.215

These seven fears made the vision of his sleep,

But none of all his wisest dream-readers

Could tell their meaning. Then the King was wroth,216

Saying, “There cometh evil to my house,

And none of ye have wit217

to help me know

What the great gods portend sending me this.”

So in the city men went sorrowful

Because the King had dreamed seven signs of fear

Which none could read; but to the gate there came

An aged man, in robe of deer-skin clad,

By guise a hermit, known to none; he cried,

“Bring me before the King, for I can read

The vision of his sleep;” who, when he heard

The sevenfold mysteries of the midnight dream,

Bowed reverent and said, “O Mahārāj!

I hail this favoured House, whence shall arise

A wider-reaching splendour than the sun’s!

215 sad and unconsoled.

216 angry.

217 the knowledge.

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Lo! all these seven fears are seven joys,

Whereof the first, where thou didst see a flag—

Broad, glorious, gilt with Indra’s badge218

—cast down

And carried out, did signify the end

Of old faiths and beginning of the new;

For there is change with gods not less than men,

And as the days pass kalpas219

pass at length.

The ten great elephants that shook the earth

The ten great gifts of wisdom signify,

In strength whereof the Prince shall quit his state

And shake the world with passage of the Truth.

The four flame-breathing horses of the car

Are those four fearless virtues which shall bring

Thy son from doubt and gloom to gladsome light;

The wheel that turned with nave of burning gold

Was that most precious Wheel of perfect Law

Which he shall turn in sight of all the world.

The mighty drum whereon the Prince did beat,

Till the sound filled all lands, doth signify

The thunder of the preaching of the Word

Which he shall preach; the tower that grew to heaven

The growing of the Gospel of this Buddh

Sets forth; and those rare jewels scattered thence

218 decorated with Indra’s ensign.

219 aeons.

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The untold treasures are of that good Law

To gods and men dear and desirable.

Such is the interpretation of the tower;

But for those six men weeping with shut mouths,

They are the six chief teachers220

whom thy son

Shall, with bright truth and speech unanswerable,

Convince of foolishness. O King! rejoice,

The fortune of my Lord the Prince is more

Than kingdoms, and his hermit-rags will be

Beyond fine cloths of gold. This was thy dream!

And in seven nights and days these things shall fall.”

So spake the holy man, and lowly made

The eight prostrations, touching thrice the ground;

Then turned and passed; but when the King bade send

A rich gift after him, the messengers

Brought word, “We came to where he entered in

At Chandra’s temple, but within was none

Save a grey owl which fluttered from the shrine.”

The gods come sometimes thus.

But the sad King

Marvelled, and gave command that new delights

Be compassed221

to enthral Siddārtha’s heart

220 Often mentioned in the discourses, they are: Pūraṇa Kassapa, Makkhali

Gosāla, Ajita Kesakambali, Pakudha Kaccāyana, Sañjaya Belaṭṭhaputta,

Nigaṇṭha Nāṭaputta.

221 found.

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Amid those dancers of his pleasure-house;

Also he set at all the brazen doors

A double guard.

Yet who shall shut out Fate!

For once again the spirit of the Prince

Was moved to see this world beyond his gates,

This life of man, so pleasant, if its waves

Ran not to waste and woful finishing

In Time’s dry sands, “I pray you let me view

Our city as it is,” such was his prayer

To King Suddhōdana. “Your Majesty

In tender heed222

hath warned the folk before

To put away ill things and common sights,

And make their faces glad to gladden me,

And all the causeways gay; yet have I learned

This is not daily life, and if I stand

Nearest, my father, to the realm and thee,

Fain223

would I know the people and the streets,

Their simple usual ways, and workday deeds,

And lives which those men live who are not kings.

Give me good leave, dear Lord! to pass unknown

Beyond my happy gardens; I shall come

The more contented to their peace again,

222 With caring thought.

223 Willingly.

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Or wiser, father, if not well content.

Therefore, I pray thee, let me go at will,

To-morrow, with my servants, through the streets.”

And the King said, amidst his Ministers,

“Belike224

this second flight may mend the first.

Note how the falcon starts at every sight

New from his hood, but what a quiet eye

Cometh of freedom; let my son see all,

And bid them bring me tidings of his mind.”

Thus on the morrow, when the noon was come,

The Prince and Channa passed beyond the gates,

Which opened to the signet of the King;225

Yet knew not they who rolled the great doors back

It was the King’s son in that merchant’s robe,

And in the clerkly dress his charioteer.

Forth fared they by the common way afoot,

Mingling with all the Sākya citizens,

Seeing the glad and sad things of the town:

The painted streets alive with hum of noon,

The tailers cross-legged ’mid their spice and grain,

The buyers with their money in the cloth,

The war of words to cheapen this or that,

The shout to clear the road, the huge stone wheels,

224 Perhaps.

225 the King’s official seal.

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The strong slow oxen and their rustling loads,

The singing bearers with the palanquins,

The broad-necked hamals226

sweating in the sun,

The housewives bearing water from the well

With balanced chatties,227

and athwart228

their hips

The black-eyed babes; the fly-swarmed sweetmeat shops,

The weaver at his loom, the cotton-bow

Twanging, the millstones grinding meal, the dogs

Prowling for orts,229

the skilful armourer

With tong and hammer linking shirts of mail,

The blacksmith with a mattock230

and a spear

Reddening together in his coals, the school

Where round their Guru, in a grave half-moan,

The Sākya children sang the mantra231

through

And learned the greater and the lesser gods;

The dyers stretching waistcloths in the sun

Wet from the vats—orange, and rose, and green;

The soldiers clanking past with swords and shields,

226 porters, or bearers.

227 poles.

228 across.

229 morsels, left-over food.

230 a kind of pick.

231 Vedic texts.

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The camel-drivers rocking on the humps,

The Brahman proud, the martial Kshatriya,

The humble toiling Sudra; here a throng232

Gathered to watch some chattering snake-tamer

Wind round his wrist the living jewellery

Of asp and nāg,233

or charm the hooded death

To angry dance with drone of beaded gourd;

There a long line of drums and horns, which went,

With steeds gay painted and silk canopies,

To bring the young bride home; and here a wife

Stealing with cakes and garlands to the god

To pray her husband’s safe return from trade,

Or beg a boy next birth; hard by the booths

Where the swart234

potters beat the noisy brass

For lamps and lotas;235

thence, by temple walls

And gateways, to the river and the bridge

Under the city walls.

These had they passed

When from the roadside moaned a mournful voice,

“Help, masters! lift me to my feet; oh, help!

Or I shall die before I reach my house!”

232 crowd.

233 snake, possibly here meaning a cobra.

234 dark-skinned.

235 pots (Hindi).

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A stricken wretch it was, whose quivering frame,

Caught by some deadly plague, lay in the dust

Writhing, with fiery purple blotches specked:

The chill sweat beaded on his brow, his mouth

Was dragged awry236

with twitchings of sore pain,

The wild eyes swam with inward agony.

Gasping, he clutched the grass to rise, and rose

Half-way, then sank, with quaking feeble limbs

And scream of terror, crying, “Ah, the pain!

Good people, help!” whereon Siddārtha ran,

Lifted the woful man with tender hands,

With sweet looks laid the sick head on his knee,

And, while his soft touch comforted the wretch,

Asked, “Brother, what is ill with thee? what harm

Hath fallen? wherefore canst thou not arise?

Why is it, Channa, that he pants and moans,

And gasps to speak, and sighs so pitiful?”

Then spake the charioteer: “Great Prince! this man

Is smitten with some pest; his elements

Are all confounded;237

in his veins the blood,

Which ran a wholesome river, leaps and boils

A fiery flood; his heart, which kept good time,

Beats like an ill-played drum-skin, quick and slow;

236 was twisted.

237 Meaning: his body is out of balance.

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His sinews slacken like a bow-string slipped;

The strength is gone from ham, and loin, and neck,

And all the grace and joy of manhood fled:

This is a sick man with the fit238

upon him.

See how he plucks and plucks to seize his grief,

And rolls his bloodshot orbs,239

and grinds his teeth,

And draws his breath as if ’twere choking smoke!

Lo! now he would be dead, but shall not die

Until the plague hath had its work in him,

Killing the nerves which die before the life;

Then, when his strings240

have cracked with agony

And all his bones are empty of the sense

To ache, the plague will quit and light241

elsewhere.

Oh, sir! it is not good to hold him so!

The harm may pass, and strike thee, even thee.”

But spake the Prince, still comforting the man,

“And are there others; are there many thus?”

Or might it be to me as now with him?”

“Great Lord!” answered the charioteer, “this comes

In many forms to all men; griefs and wounds,

238 acute disease.

239 eyes, poetic.

240 nerves, poetic.

241 alight, land.

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Sickness and tetters,242

palsies,243

leprosies,

Hot fevers, watery wastings, issues,244

blains245

Befall all flesh and enter everywhere.”

“Come such ills unobserved?” the Prince inquired.

And Channa said, “Like the sly snake they come

That stings unseen; like the striped murderer,

Who waits to spring from the Karunda bush,246

Hiding beside the jungle path; or like

The lightning, striking these and sparing those,

As chance may send.”

“Then all men live in fear?”

“So live they, Prince!”

“And none can say, ‘I sleep

Happy and whole to-night, and so shall wake’? ”

“None say it.”

“And the end of many aches,

Which come unseen, and will come when they come,

Is this, a broken body and sad mind,

And so old age?”

242 skin diseases.

243 paralysis with tremblings.

244 discharges.

245 blisters, sores.

246 Hindi: a shrub; Bot.: carissa carandas; Sanskrit: karamarda.

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“Yea, if men last as long.”

“But if they cannot bear their agonies,

Or if they will not bear, and seek a term;

Or if they bear, and be, as this man is,

Too weak except for groans, and so still live,

And growing old, grow older, then—what end?”

“They die, Prince.”

“Die?”

“Yea, at the last comes Death,

In whatsoever way, whatever hour.

Some few grow old, most suffer and fall sick

But all must die—behold, where comes the Dead!”

Then did Siddārtha raise his eyes, and see

Fast pacing towards the river brink a band

Of wailing people; foremost one who swung

An earthen bowl with lighted coals; behind

The kinsmen, shorn, with mourning marks, ungirt,

Crying aloud, “O Rama, Rama, hear!

Call upon Rama, brothers”; next the bier,

Knit of four poles with bamboos interlaced,

Whereon lay, stark and stiff, feet foremost, lean,

Chapfallen,247

sightless, hollow-flanked, a-grin,248

Sprinkled with red and yellow dust—the Dead,

247 With loose chin.

248 grinning.

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Whom at the four-went ways249

they turned head first,

And crying “Rama, Rama!” carried on

To where a pile was reared beside the stream:

Thereon they laid him, building fuel up—

Good sleep hath one that slumbers on that bed!

He shalt not wake for cold, albeit he lies

Naked to all the airs—for soon they set

The red flame to the corners four, which crept,

And licked, and flickered, finding out his flesh

And feeding on it with swift hissing tongues,

And crackle of parched skin, and snap of joint;

Till the fat smoke thinned and the ashes sank

Scarlet and grey, with here and there a bone

White midst the grey—the total of the man.

Then spake the Prince: “Is this the end which comes

To all who live?”

“This is the end that comes

To all,” quoth250

Channa, “he upon the pyre—

Whose remnants are so petty that the crows

Caw hungrily, then quit the fruitless feast—

Ate, drank, laughed, loved, and lived, and liked life well,

Then came—who knows?—some gust of jungle wind,

249 crossroads.

250 said.

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A stumble on the path, a taint251

in the tank,

A snake’s nip, half a span of angry steel,

A chill, a fleshbone, or a falling tile,

And life was over and the man is dead.

No appetites, no pleasures, and no pains

Hath such; the kiss upon his lips is nought

The fire-scorch nought; he smelleth not his flesh

A-roast, nor yet the sandal and the spice

They burn; the taste is emptied from his mouth,

The hearing of his ear is clogged, the sight

Is blinded in his eyes; those whom be loved

Wail desolate, for even that must go,

The body, which was lamp unto the life,

Or worms will have horrid feast of it.

Here is the common destiny of flesh:

The high and low, the good and bad, must die,

And then, ’tis taught, begin anew and live

Somewhere, somehow—who knows?—and so again

The pangs, the parting, and the lighted pile—

Such is man’s round.”

But lo! Siddārtha turned

Eyes gleaming with divine tears to the sky,

Eyes lit with heavenly pity to the earth;

From sky to earth he looked, from earth to sky,

251 poison.

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As if his spirit sought in lonely flight

Some far-off vision, linking this and that,

Lost—past—but searchable, but seen, but known.

Then cried he, while his lifted countenance

Glowed with the burning passion of a love

Unspeakable, the ardour of a hope

Boundless, insatiate: “Oh! suffering world;

Oh! known and unknown of my common flesh,

Caught in this common net of death and woe,

And life which binds to both! I see, I feel

The vastness of the agony of earth

The vainness of its joys, the mockery

Of all its best, the anguish of its worst;

Since pleasures end in pain, and youth in age,

And love in loss, and life in hateful death,

And death in unknown lives, which will but yoke

Men to their wheel again to whirl the round

Of false delights and woes that are not false.

Me too this lure hath cheated, so it seemed

Lovely to live, and life a sunlit stream

For ever flowing in a changeless peace;

Whereas the foolish ripple of the flood

Dances so lightly down by bloom and lawn

Only to pour its crystal quicklier

Into the foul salt sea. The veil is rent

Which blinded me! I am as all these men

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Who cry upon their gods and are not heard

Or are not heeded—yet there must be aid!

For them and me and all there must be help!

Perchance the gods have need of help themselves,

Being so feeble that when sad lips cry

They cannot save! I would not let one cry

Whom I could save! How can it be that Brahm

Would make a world and keep it miserable,

Since, if, all-powerful, he leaves it so,

He is not good, and if not powerful,

He is not God?—Channa! lead home again!

It is enough! mine eyes have seen enough!”

Which when the King heard, at the gates he set

A triple guard; and bade no man should pass

By day or night, issuing or entering in,

Until the days were numbered of that dream.

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But, when the days were numbered, then befell

The parting of our Lord—which was to be—

Whereby came wailing in the Golden Home,

Woe to the King, and sorrow o’er the land,

But for all flesh deliverance, and that Law

Which whoso hears—the same shall make him free.

Softly the Indian night sinks on the plains

At full moon in the month of Chaitra Shud,252

When mangoes redden and the Asoka buds

Sweeten the breeze, and Rama’s birthday comes,

And all the fields are glad and all the towns.

Softly that night fell over Vishramvan,

Fragrant with blooms and jewelled thick with stars,

And cool with mountain airs sighing adown

From snow-flats on Himāla high outspread:

For the moon swung above the eastern peaks,

Climbing the spangled253

vault, and lighting dear

Rohini’s ripples, and the hills and vales,

And all the sleeping land, and near at hand

Silvering those roof-tops of the pleasure-house,

Where nothing stirred nor sign of watching was,

252 in the Springtime, March-April.

253 starry.

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Save at the outer gates, whose warders cried

Mudra, the watchword, and the countersign

Angana, and the watch-drums beat a round;

Whereat the earth lay still, except for yelp

Of prowling jackals, and the ceaseless trill

Of crickets in the garden grounds.

Within—

Where the moon glittered through the lace-worked stone

Lighting the walls of pearl-shell and the floors

Paved with veined marble—softly fell her beams

On such rare company of Indian girls,

It seemed some chamber sweet in Paradise

Where Devis254

rested. All the chosen ones

Of Prince Siddārtha’s pleasure-home were there,

The brightest and most faithful of the Court;

Each form so lovely in the peace of sleep,

That you had said, “this is the pearl of all!”

Save that beside her or beyond her lay

Fairer and fairer, till the pleasured gaze

Roamed o’er that feast of beauty as it roams

From gem to gem in some great goldsmith-work,

Caught by each colour till the next is seen.

With careless grace they lay, their soft brown limbs

Part hidden, part revealed; their glossy hair

254 Skt & Pāli: Devī, lit: Bright-ones, godesses.

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Bound back with gold or flowers, or flowing loose

In black waves down the shapely nape and neck.255

Lulled into pleasant dreams by happy toils,

They slept, no wearier than jewelled birds

Which sing and love all day, then under wing

Fold head, till morn bids sing and love again.

Lamps of chased silver swinging from the roof

In silver chains, and fed with perfumed oils,

Made with the moonbeams tender lights and shades,

Whereby were seen the perfect lines of grace,

The bosom’s placid256

heave, the soft stained palms

Drooping or clasped, the faces fair and dark,

The great arched brows, the parted lips, the teeth

Like pearls a merchant picks to make a string,

The satin-lidded eyes, with lashes dropped

Sweeping the delicate cheeks, the rounded wrists,

The smooth small feet with bells and bangles decked,

Tinkling low music where some sleeper moved,

Breaking her smiling dream of some new dance

Praised by the Prince, some magic ring to find,

Some fairy love-gift. Here one lay full-length.

Her veena257

by her cheek, and in its strings

255 back and front of the neck.

256 calm.

257 a stringed instrument a little like a lute.

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The little fingers still all interlaced

As when the last notes of her light song played

Those radiant eyes to sleep, and sealed her own.

Another slumbered folding in her arms

A desert-antelope, its slender head

Buried with black-sloped horns between her breasts

Soft-nestling; it was eating—when both drowsed—

Red roses, and her loosening hand still held

A rose half-mumbled,258

while a rose-leaf curled

Between the deer’s lips. Here two friends had dozed

Together, weaving mōgra-buds,259

which bound

Their sister-sweetness in a starry chain,

Linking them limb to limb and heart to heart,

One pillowed on the blossoms, one on her.

Another, ere she slept, was stringing stones

To make a necklet260

—agate, onyx, sard,

Coral, and moonstone—round her wrist it gleamed

A coil of splendid colour, while she held,

Unthreaded yet, the bead to close it up,

Green turkis,261

carved with golden gods and scripts.

Lulled by the cadence of the garden stream.

258 half-eaten.

259 A kind of jasmine, Sanskrit mallikā.

260 a small necklace.

261 turquoise.

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Thus lay they on the clustered carpets, each

A girlish rose with shut leaves, waiting dawn

To open and make daylight beautiful.

This was the antechamber of the Prince;

But at the purdah’s fringe the sweetest slept—

Gunga and Gotami—chief ministers

In that still House of love.

The purdah hung

Crimson and blue, with broidered threads of gold,

Across a portal carved in sandal-wood;

Whence by three steps the way was to the bower

Of inmost splendour, and the marriage-couch

Set on a dais soft with silver cloths,

Where the foot fell as though it trod on piles

Of neem-blooms. All the walls were plates of pearl,

Cut shapely from the shells of Lanka’s wave;

And o’er the alabaster roof there ran

Rich inlayings of lotus and of bird,

Wrought in skilled work of lazulite and jade,

Jacynth and jasper; woven round the dome,

And down the sides, and all about the frames

Wherein were set the fretted lattices,

Through which there breathed, with moonlight and cool airs,

Scents from the shell-flowers and the jasmine sprays,

Not bringing thither grace or tenderness

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Sweeter than shed from those fair presences

Within the place—the beauteous Sākya Prince,

And hers, the stately, bright Yasōdhara.

Half risen from her soft nest at his side,

The chuddar262

fallen to her waist, her brow

Laid in both palms, the lovely Princess leaned

With heaving bosom and fast-falling tears,

Thrice with her lips she touched Siddārtha’s hand,

And at the third kiss moaned, “Awake, my Lord!

Give me the comfort of thy speech.” Then he—

“What is it with thee, O my life?” but still

She moaned anew before the words would come:

Then spake, “Alas, my Prince! I sank to sleep

Most happy, for the babe I bear of thee

Quickened this eve, and at my heart there beat

That double pulse of life and joy and love

Whose happy music lulled me, but—aho!—

In slumber I beheld three sights of dread,

With thought whereof my heart is throbbing yet.

I saw a white bull with wide-branching horns,

A lord of pastures, pacing through the streets,

Bearing upon his front a gem which shone

As if some star had dropped to glitter there,

Or like the kantha-stone the great Snake keeps

262 garment.

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To make bright daylight underneath the earth.

Slow through the streets towards the gates he paced,

And none could stay him, though there came a voice

From Indra’s temple, ‘If ye stay him not,

The glory of the city goeth forth.’

Yet none could stay him. Then I wept aloud,

And locked my arms about his neck, and strove,

And bade them bar the gates; but that ox-king

Bellowed, and, lightly tossing free his crest,

Broke from my clasp, and bursting through the bars,

Trampled the warders down and passed away.

The next strange dream was this: Four Presences

Splendid, with shining eyes, so beautiful

They seemed the Regents of the Earth263

who dwell

On Mount Sumeru,264

lighting from the sky

With retinue of countless heavenly ones,

Swift swept unto our city, where I saw

The golden flag of Indra on the gate

Flutter and fall; and lo! there rose instead

A glorious banner, all the folds whereof

Rippled with flashing fire of rubies sewn

Thick on the silver threads, the rays wherefrom

263 Pāḷi: Catummahārājā.

264 A mountain in the Himālayas, now identified with Mt. Kailash (see the

Maps section for more information).

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Set forth new words and weighty sentences

Whose message made all living creatures glad;

And from the east the wind of sunrise blew

With tender waft, opening those jewelled scrolls

So that all flesh might read; and wondrous blooms—

Plucked in what clime I know not—fell in showers,

Coloured as none are coloured in our groves.”

Then spake the Prince: “All this, my Lotus-flower

Was good to see.”

“Ay, Lord,” the Princess said,

“Save that it ended with a voice of fear

Crying, ‘The time is nigh! the time is nigh!’

Thereat the third dream came; for when I sought

Thy side, sweet Lord! ah, on our bed there lay

An unpressed pillow and an empty robe—

Nothing of thee but those!—nothing of thee,

Who art my life and light, my king, my world!

And, sleeping still, I rose, and sleeping saw

Thy belt of pearls, tied here below my breasts,

Change to a stinging snake; my ankle-rings

Fall off, my golden bangles part and fall;

The jasmines in my hair wither to dust;

While this our bridal-couch sank to the ground,

And something rent the crimson purdah down:

Then far away I heard the white bull low,

And far away the embroidered banner flap,

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And once again that cry, ‘The time is come!’

But with that cry—which shakes my spirit still—

I woke! O Prince! what may such visions mean

Except I die, or—worse than any death—

Thou shouldst forsake me, or be taken?”

Sweet

As the last smile of sunset was the look

Siddārtha bent upon his weeping wife.

“Comfort thee, dear!’ he said, “if comfort lives

In changeless love! for though thy dreams may be

Shadows of things to come, and though the gods

Are shaken in their seats, and though the world

Stands nigh, perchance, to know some way of help,

Yet, whatsoever fall to thee and me,

Be sure I loved and love Yasōdhara.

Thou knowest how I muse these many moons,

Seeking to save the sad earth I have seen;

And when the time comes, that which will be will.

But if my soul yearns sore for souls unknown,

And if I grieve for griefs which are not mine,

Judge how my high-winged thoughts must hover here

O’er all these lives that share and sweeten mine—

So dear! and thine the dearest, gentlest, best,

And nearest. Ah, thou mother of my babe!

Whose body mixed with mine for this fair hope,

When most my spirit wanders, ranging round

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The lands and seas—as full of ruth for men

As the far-flying dove is full of ruth265

For her twin nestlings—ever it has come

Home with glad wing and passionate plumes to thee,

Who art the sweetness of my kind best seen,

The utmost of their good, the tenderest

Of all their tenderness, mine most of all.

Therefore, whatever after this betide,

Bethink thee of that lordly bull which lowed,

That jewelled banner in thy dream which waved

Its folds departing, and of this be sure,

Always I loved and always love thee well,

And what I sought for all sought most for thee,

But thou, take comfort, and, if sorrow falls,

Take comfort still in deeming if there may be

A way to peace on earth by woes of ours;

And have with this embrace what faithful love

Can think of thanks or frame for benison266

—

Too little, seeing love’s strong self is weak—

Yet kiss me on the mouth, and drink these words

From heart to heart therewith, that thou mayst know—

What others will not—that I loved thee most

265 sympathy.

266 make a blessing.

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Because I loved so well all living souls.

Now, Princess! rest, for I will rise and watch.”

Then in her tears she slept, but sleeping sighed—

As if that vision passed again—“The time!

The time is come!” Whereat Siddārtha turned

And, lo! the moon shone by the Crab!267

the stars

In that same silver order long foretold

Stood ranged to say, “This is the night!—choose thou

The way of greatness or the way of good:

To reign a King of kings, or wander lone,

Crownless and homeless, that the world be helped.”

Moreover, with the whispers of the gloom,

Came to his ears again that warning song,

As when the Devas268

spoke upon the wind:

And surely Gods were round about the place

Watching our Lord, who watched the shining stars.

“I will depart,” he spake; “The hour is come!

Thy tender lips, dear sleeper, summon me

To that which saves the earth but sunders us;269

And in the silence of yon sky I read

My fated message flashing. Unto this

Came I, and unto this all nights and days

267 the constellation Cancer.

268 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

269 parts us.

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Have led me; for I will not have that crown

Which may be mine: I lay aside those realms

Which wait the gleaming of my naked sword:

My chariot shall not roll with bloody wheels

From victory to victory, till earth

Wears the red record of my name. I choose

To tread its paths with patient, stainless feet,

Making its dust my bed, its loneliest wastes

My dwelling, and its meanest things my mates

Clad in no prouder garb than outcasts wear,

Fed with no meats270

save what the charitable

Give of their will, sheltered by no more pomp

Than the dim cave lends or the jungle-bush.

This will I do because the woful cry

Of life and all flesh living cometh up

Into my ears, and all my soul is full

Of pity for the sickness of this world;

Which I will heal, if healing may be found

By uttermost renouncing and strong strife.

For which of all the great and lesser gods

Have power or pity? Who hath seen them—who?

What have they wrought to help their worshippers?

How hath it steaded man to pray,271

and pay

270 foods, archaic.

271 How has it gained man to pray.

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Tithes of the corn and oil, to chant the charms,

To slay the shrieking sacrifice, to rear

The stately fane,272

to feed the priests, and call

On Vishnu, Shiva, Surya, who save

None—not the worthiest—from the griefs that teach

Those litanies of flattery and fear

Ascending day by day, like wasted smoke?

Hath any of my brothers scaped thereby

The aches of life, the stings of love and toss,273

The fiery fever and the ague-shake,274

The slow, dull, sinking into withered age,

The horrible dark death—and what beyond

Waits—till the whirling wheel comes up again,

And new lives bring new sorrows to be borne,

New generations for the new desires

Which have their end in the old mockeries?

Hath any of my tender sisters found

Fruit of the fast or harvest of the hymn,

Or bought one pang the less at bearing-time

For white curds offered and trim tulsi-leaves?275

Nay; it may be some of the Gods are good

272 temple.

273 change.

274 fever.

275 basil leaves.

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And evil some, but all in action weak;

Both pitiful and pitiless, and both—

As men are—bound upon this wheel of change,

Knowing the former and the after lives.

For so our scriptures truly seem to teach,

That—once, and wheresoe’er, and whence begun—

Life runs its rounds of living, climbing up

From mote, and gnat, and worm, reptile, and fish,

Bird and shagged beast, man, demon, deva,276

God,

To clod and mote again; so are we kin

To all that is; and thus, if one might save

Man from his curse, the whole wide world should share

The lightened horror of this ignorance

Whose shadow is still fear, and cruelty

Its bitter pastime. Yea, if one might save!

And means must be! There must be refuge! Men

Perished in winter-winds till one smote fire

From flint-stones coldly hiding what they held,

The red spark treasured from the kindling sun.

They gorged on flesh like wolves, till one sowed corn,

Which grew a weed, yet makes the life of man;

They mowed and babbled till some tongue struck speech,

And patient fingers framed the lettered sound.

What good gift have my brothers, but it came

276 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

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From search and strife and loving sacrifice?

If one, then, being great and fortunate,

Rich, dowered277

with health and ease, from birth designed

To rule—if he would rule—a King of kings;

If one, not tired with life’s long day but glad

I’ the freshness of its morning, one not cloyed278

With love’s delicious feasts, but hungry still;

If one not worn and wrinkled, sadly sage,

But joyous in the glory and the grace

That mix with evils here, and free to choose

Earth’s loveliest at his will; one even as I,

Who ache not, lack not, grieve not, save with griefs

Which are not mine, except as I am man;

If such a one, having so much to give,

Gave all, laying it down for love of men,

And thenceforth spent himself to search for truth,

Wringing the secret of deliverance forth,

Whether it lurks in hells or hide in heavens,

Or hover, unrevealed, nigh unto all:

Surely at last, far off, sometime, somewhere,

The veil would lift for his deep-searching eyes,

The road would open for his painful feet,

277 endowed.

278 full.

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That should be won for which he lost the world,

And Death might find him conqueror of death.

This will I do, who have a realm to lose,

Because I love my realm, because my heart

Beats with each throb of all the hearts that ache,

Known and unknown, these that are mine and those

Which shall be mine, a thousand million more

Saved by this sacrifice I offer now.

Oh, summoning stars! I come! Oh, mournful earth,

For thee and thine I lay aside my youth,

My throne, my joys, my golden days, my nights,

My happy palace—and thine arms, sweet Queen!

Harder to put aside than all the rest!

Yet thee, too, I shall save, saving this earth;

And that which stirs within thy tender womb,

My child, the hidden blossom of our loves,

Whom if I wait to bless my mind will fail,

Wife! child! father! and people! ye must share

A little while the anguish of this hour

That light may break and all flesh learn the Law.

Now am I fixed, and now I will depart,

Never to come again, till what I seek

Be found—if fervent search and strife avail.”

So, with his brow he touched her feet, and bent

The farewell of fond eyes, unutterable,

Upon her sleeping face, still wet with tears;

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And thrice around the bed in reverence,

As though it were an altar, softly stepped

With clasped hands laid upon his beating heart,

“For never,” spake he, “lie I there again!”

And thrice he made to go, but thrice came back,

So strong her beauty was, so large his love:

Then, o’er his head drawing his cloth, he turned

And raised the purdah’s edge:

There drooped; close-hushed

In such sealed sleep as water-lilies know,

That lovely garden of his Indian girls;

The twin dark-petalled lotus-buds of all—

Gunga and Gotami—on either side,

And those, their silk-leaved sisterhood, beyond.

“Pleasant ye are to me, sweet friends!” he said,

“And dear to leave; yet, if I leave ye not,

What else will come to all of us save eld279

Without assuage280

and death without avail?

Lo! as ye lie asleep so must ye lie

A-dead; and when the rose dies where are gone

Its scent and splendour? when the lamp is drained

Whither is fled the flame? Press heavy, Night!

279 old age.

280 relief.

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Upon their down-dropped lids, and seal their lips,

That no tear stay me and no faithful yoke,

For all the brighter that these made my life,

The bitterer it is that they and I,

And all, should live as trees do—so much spring,

Such and such rains and frosts, such winter-times,

And then dead leaves, with maybe spring again,

Or axe-stroke at the root. This will not I,

Whose life here was a god’s—this would not I,

Though all my days were godlike, while men moan

Under their darkness. Therefore farewell, friends!

While life is good to give, I give, and go

To seek deliverance and that unknown Light!”

Then, lightly treading where those sleepers lay,

Into the night Siddārtha passed: its eyes,

The watchful stars, looked love on him: its breath,

The wandering wind, kissed his robe’s fluttered fringe;

The garden-blossoms, folded for the dawn,

Opened their velvet hearts to waft him scents

From pink and purple censers:281

o’er the land,

From Himalay unto the Indian Sea,

A tremor spread, as if earth’s soul beneath

Stirred with an unknown hope; and holy books—

Which tell the story of our Lord—say, too

281 the opening flowers are compared to incense burners.

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That rich celestial musics thrilled the air

From hosts on hosts of shining ones,282

who thronged

Eastward and westward, making bright the night—

Northward and southward, making glad the ground.

Also those four dread Regents of the Earth,283

Descending at the doorway, two by two—

With their bright legions of Invisibles284

In arms of sapphire, silver, gold, and pearl—

Watched with joined hands the Indian Prince, who stood,

His tearful eyes raised to the stars, and lips

Close-set with purpose of prodigious285

love.

Then strode he forth into the gloom,286

and cried:

“Channa, awake! and bring out Kantaka!”

“What would my Lord?” the charioteer replied—

Slow-rising from his place beside the gate—

“To ride at night when all the ways are dark?”

“Speak low,” Siddārtha said: “and bring my horse,

For now the hour is come when I should quit

This golden prison where my heart lives caged

282 Devas, gods.

283 Pāḷi: Catummahārājā.

284 Spirits.

285 surpassing.

286 dark.

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To find the truth; which henceforth I will seek,

For all men’s sake, until the truth be found.”

“Alas! dear Prince,” answered the charioteer,

“Spake then for nought those wise and holy men

Who cast the stars, and bade us wait the time

When King Sudhōdana’s great son should rule

Realms upon realms, and be a Lord of lords?

Wilt thou ride hence and let the rich world slip

Out of thy grasp, to hold a beggar’s bowl?

Wilt thou go forth into the friendless waste

That hast this Paradise of pleasures here?”

The Prince made answer, “Unto this I came,

And not for thrones: the kingdom that I crave

Is more than many realms—and all things pass

To change and death. Bring me forth Kantaka!”

“Most honoured.” spake again the charioteer

“Bethink thee of my Lord thy father’s grief!

Bethink thee of their woe whose bliss thou art—

How shalt thou help them, first undoing them?”

Siddārtha answered, “Friend, that love is false

Which clings to love for selfish sweets of love

But I, who love these more than joys of mine—

Yea, more than joys of theirs—depart to save

Them and all flesh, if utmost love avail:

Go, bring me Kantaka!”

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Then Channa said,

“Master, I go!” and forthwith, mournfully,

Unto the stall he passed, and from the rack

Took down the silver bit and bridle-chains,

Breast-cord and curb,287

and knitted fast the straps,

And linked the hooks, and led out Kantaka:

Whom, tethering to the ring, he combed and dressed,

Stroking the snowy coat to silken gloss;

Next on the steed he laid the numdah288

square,

Fitted the saddle-cloth across, and set

The saddle fair, drew tight the jewelled girths,289

Buckled the breech-bands and the martingale,290

And made fall both the stirrups of worked gold.

Then over all he cast a golden net,

With tassels of seed-pearl and silken strings,

And led the great horse to the palace door,

Where stood the Prince; but when he saw his Lord,

Right glad he waxed291

and joyously he neighed,

Spreading his scarlet nostrils; and the books

287 strap.

288 An embroidered rug.

289 bands that hold the saddle.

290 a harness strap.

291 he became.

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Write, “Surely all had heard Kantaka’s neigh,

And that strong trampling of his iron heels,

Save that the Devas292

laid soft unseen wings

Over their ears, and kept the sleepers deaf.”

Fondly Siddārtha drew the proud head down,

Patted the shining neck, and said, “Be still,

White Kantaka! be still, and bear me now

The farthest journey ever rider rode;

For this night take I horse to find the truth,

And where my quest will end yet know I not,

Save that it shall not end until I find.

Therefore to-night, good steed, be fierce and bold,

Let nothing stay thee, though a thousand blades

Deny the road! let neither wall nor moat

Forbid our flight! Look! if I touch thy flank

And cry, “ On, Kantaka!” let whirlwinds lag

Behind thy course! Be fire and air, my horse!

To stead thy Lord; so shalt thou share with him

The greatness of this deed which helps the world;

For therefore ride I, not for men alone,

But for all things which, speechless, share our pain

And have no hope, nor wit to ask for hope.

Now, therefore, hear thy master valorously!”

292 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

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Then to the saddle lightly leaping, he

Touched the arched crest, and Kantaka sprang forth

With armed hoofs sparkling on the stones and ring

Of champing bit; but none did hear that sound,

For that the Suddha Devas,293

gathering near,

Plucked the red mohra-flowers294

and strewed them thick

Under his tread, while hands invisible

Muffled the ringing bit and bride-chains.

Moreover, it is written when they came

Upon the pavement near the inner gates,

The Yakshas of the air laid magic cloths

Under the stallion’s feet, so that he went

Softly and still.

But when they reached the gate

Of tripled brass—which hardly fivescore295

men

Served to unbar and open—lo! the doors

Rolled back all silently, though one might hear

In day-time two koss off the thundrous roar

Of those grim hinges and unwieldy plates.

Also the middle and the outer gates

Unfolded each their monstrous296

portals thus

293 The highest Brahma Divinities in the form realm.

294 I have been unable to identify this flower.

295 one hundred.

296 huge, massive, poetic.

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In silence, as Siddārtha and his steed

Drew near; while underneath their shadow lay,

Silent as dead men, all those chosen guards—

The lance and sword let fall, the shields unbraced,

Captains and soldiers—for there came a wind,

Drowsier than blows o’er Malwa’s297

fields of sleep,

Before the Prince’s path, which, being breathed,

Lulled every sense aswoon298

and so he passed

Free from the palace.

When the morning star

Stood half a spear’s length from the eastern rim,

And o’er the earth the breath of morning sighed,

Rippling Anoma’s wave, the border-stream,

Then drew he rein, and leaped to earth and kissed

White Kantaka betwixt299

the ears, and spake

Full sweet to Channa: “This which thou hast done

Shall bring thee good and bring all creatures good:

Be sure I love thee always for thy love.

Lead back my horse, and take my crest-pearl here,

My princely robes, which henceforth stead300

me not,

297 Malwa is a region of India in Madhya Pradesh, perhaps used here as a

synonym for India itself.

298 Paraphrase: made the senses faint.

299 between.

300 suit.

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My jewelled sword-belt and my sword, and these

The long locks by its bright edge severed thus

From off my brows. Give the King all, and say

Siddārtha prays forget him till he come

Ten times a Prince, with royal wisdom won

From lonely searchings and the strife for light;

Where, if I conquer, lo! all earth is mine—

Mine by chief service!—tell him—mine by love!

Since there is hope for man only in man,

And none hath sought for this as I will seek,

Who cast away my world to save my world.”

111

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Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,

Guarding King Bimbisāra’s sylvan301

town:

Baibhāra,302

green with lemon-grass and palms;

Bipulla, at whose foot thin Sarsuti303

Steals304

with warm ripple; shadowy Tapovan,

Whose streaming pools mirror black rocks, which ooze

Sovereign earth-butter from their rugged roofs;

South-east the vulture-peak Sailāgiri;

And eastward Ratnagiri, hill of gems.

A winding track, paven with footworn slabs,

Leads thee, by safflower305

fields and bamboo tufts

Under dark mangoes and the jujube-trees,306

Past milk-white veins of rock and jasper307

crags,

Low cliff and flats of jungle-flowers, to where

301 wooded.

302 Some of these mountains have different names in Pāḷi where they are

known as: Vebhāra, Vipullā, Paṇḍava, Gijjhakūṭa (= Sailāgiri here), and

Isigili.

303 a river by that name.

304 Runs, archaic.

305 A thistle-like plane, Bot: Carthamus Tinctorius, whose flowers are used

for making dye (false saffron).

306 Bot.: Ziziphus jujaba, also known as Chinese date.

307 red quarz.

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The shoulder of that mountain, sloping west,

O’erhangs a cave with wild figs canopied.308

Lo! thou who comest thither, bare thy feet

And bow thy head! for all this spacious earth

Hath not a spot more dear and hallowed. Here

Lord Buddha sate the scorching summers through,

The driving rains, the chilly dawns and eves;

Wearing for all men’s sakes the yellow robe,

Eating in beggar’s guise309

the scanty meal

Chance-gathered from the charitable; at night

Crouched on the grass, homeless, alone; while yelped

The sleepless jackals round his cave, or coughs

Of famished tiger from the thicket broke.

By day and night here dwelt the World-honoured,

Subduing that fair body born for bliss

With fast and frequent watch and search intense

Of silent meditation, so prolonged

That ofttimes while he mused—as motionless

As the fixed rock his seat—the squirrel leaped

Upon his knee, the timid quail led forth

Her brood between his feet, and blue doves pecked

The rice-grains from the bowl beside his hand.

308 covered.

309 dress.

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Thus would he muse from noontide—when the land

Shimmered with heat, and walls and temples danced

In the reeking air—till sunset, noting not

The blazing globe roll down, nor evening glide,

Purple and swift, across the softened fields;

Nor the still coming of the stars, nor throb

Of drum-skins in the busy town, nor screech

Of owl and night-jar;310

wholly wrapt311

from self

In keen unravelling of the threads of thought

And steadfast pacing of life’s labyrinths.

Thus would he sit till midnight hushed the world,

Save where the beasts of darkness in the brake312

Crept and cried out, as fear and hatred cry,

As lust and avarice, and anger creep

In the black jungles of man’s ignorance.

Then slept he for what space the fleet313

moon asks

To swim a tenth part of her cloudy sea;

But rose ere the False-dawn, and stood again

Wistful314

on some dark platform of his hill,

Watching the sleeping earth with ardent eyes

310 both nocturnal birds.

311 = rapt, enraptured.

312 overgrown fields.

313 quick.

314 Sad and thoughtful.

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And thoughts embracing all its living things;

While o’er the waving fields that murmur moved

Which is the kiss of Morn waking the lands,

And in the east that miracle of Day

Gathered315

and grew. At first a dusk so dim

Night seems still unaware of whispered dawn,

But soon—before the jungle-cock crows twice—

A white verge clear, a widening, brightening white,

High as the herald-star,316

which fades in floods

Of silver, warming into pale gold, caught

By topmost clouds, and flaming on their rims

To fervent golden glow, flushed from the brink

With saffron, scarlet, crimson, amethyst;

Whereat the sky burns splendid to the blue,

And, robed in raiment of glad light, the King

Of Life and Glory cometh!

Then our Lord,

After the manner of a Rishi,317

hailed

The rising orb,318

and went—ablutions made—

Down by the winding path unto the town;

And in the fashion of a Rishi passed

315 Increased.

316 Venus.

317 Seer, Sage.

318 the Sun.

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From street to street, with begging-bowl in hand,

Gathering the little pittance319

of his needs.

Soon was it filled, for all the townsmen cried,

“Take of our store, great sir!” and “Take of ours!”

Marking his godlike face and eyes enwrapt;320

And mothers, when they saw our Lord go by,

Would bid their children fall to kiss his feet,

And lift his robe’s hem to their brows, or run

To fill his jar, and fetch him milk and cakes

And ofttimes as he paced, gentle and slow,

Radiant with heavenly pity, lost in care

For those he knew not, save as fellow-lives,

The dark surprised eyes of some Indian maid

Would dwell in sudden love and worship deep

On that majestic form, as if she saw

Her dreams of tenderest thought made true, and grace

Fairer than mortal fire her breast. But he

Passed onward with the bowl and yellow robe,

By mild speech paying all those gifts of hearts,

Wending his way back to the solitudes

To sit upon his hill with holy men,

And hear and ask of wisdom and its roads.

319 share or allowance.

320 enraptured.

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Midway on Ratnagiri’s groves of calm,

Beyond the city, but below the caves,

Lodged such as hold the body foe to soul,

And flesh a beast which men must chain and tame

With bitter pains, till sense of pain is killed,

And tortured nerves vex torturer no more—

Yogis and Brahmachāris, Bhikshus,321

all

A gaunt and mournful band, dwelling apart,

Some day and night had stood with lifted arms,

Till—drained of blood and withered by disease—

Their slowly-wasting joints and stiffened limbs

Jutted from sapless322

shoulders like dead forks

From forest trunks. Others had clenched their hands

So long and with so fierce a fortitude,323

The claw-like nails grew through the festered palm.

Some walked on sandals spiked; some with sharp flints

Gashed breast and brow and thigh, scarred these with fire,

Threaded their flesh with jungle thorns and spits,

Besmeared with mud and ashes, crouching foul

In rags of dead men wrapped about their loins.

Certain there were inhabited the spots

321 Those engaged in Yoga practices, and celibates, students of the Veda.

Bhikshus here means those who rely on alms (bhikṣa), not Buddhist monks.

322 dried up.

323 and with such strength.

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Where death-pyres smouldered, cowering defiled

With corpses for their company, and kites

Screaming around them o’er the funeral-spoils:

Certain who cried five hundred times a day

The names of Shiva, wound with darting snakes324

About their sun-tanned necks and hollow flanks,

One palsied foot drawn up against the ham.

So gathered they, a grievous company;

Crowns blistered by the blazing heat, eyes bleared,

Sinews and muscles shrivelled, visages325

Haggard and wan326

as slain men’s, five days’ dead;

Here crouched one in the dust who noon by noon

Meted a thousand grains of millet out,

Ate it with famished patience, seed by seed,

And so starved on; there one who bruised his pulse

With bitter leaves lest palate should be pleased;

And next, a miserable saint self-maimed,

Eyeless and tongueless, sexless, crippled, deaf;

The body by the mind being thus stripped

For glory of much suffering, and the bliss

Which they shall win—say holy books—whose woe

324 v.l.: knit with hissing snakes.

325 faces.

326 pale.

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Shames gods that send us woe, and makes men gods

Stronger to suffer than Hell is to harm.

Whom sadly eyeing spake our Lord to one,

Chief of the woe-begones: “Much-suffering sir!

These many moons I dwell upon the hill—

Who am a seeker of the Truth—and see

My brothers here, and thee, so piteously

Self-anguished; wherefore add ye ills to life

Which is so evil?”

Answer made the sage:

“’Tis written if a man shall mortify

His flesh, till pain be grown the life he lives

And death voluptuous rest, such woes shall purge

Sin’s dross away, and the soul, purified,

Soar from the furnace of its sorrow, winged

For glorious spheres and splendour past all thought.”

“Yon cloud which floats in heaven,” the Prince replied,

“Wreathed like gold cloth around your Indra’s throne

Rose thither from the tempest-driven sea;

But it must fall again in tearful drops,

Trickling through rough and painful water-ways

By cleft and nullah327

and the muddy flood,

To Gunga and the sea, wherefrom it sprang.

Know’st thou, my brother, if it be not thus,

327 ravine or gully.

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After their many pains, with saints in bliss?

Since that which rises falls, and that which buys

Is spent; and if ye buy heav’n with your blood

In hell’s hard market, when the bargain’s through

The toil begins again!”

“It may begin,”

The hermit moaned. “Alas! we know not this,

Nor surely anything; yet after night

Day comes and after turmoil peace, and we

Hate this accursed flesh which clogs328

the soul

That fain329

would rise; so, for the sake of soul,

We stake brief agonies in game with Gods

To gain the larger joys.”

“Yet if they last

A myriad330

years,” he said, “they fade at length,

Those joys; or if not, is there then some life

Below, above, beyond, so unlike life

It will not change? Speak! do your Gods endure

For ever, brothers?”

“Nay,” the Yogis said,

“Only great Brahm endures: the Gods but live.

328 prevents.

329 gladly.

330 thousand.

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Then spake Lord Buddha: “Will ye, being wise,

As ye seem holy and strong-hearted ones,

Throw these sore dice, which are your groans and moans,

For gains which may be dreams, and must have end?

Will ye, for love of soul, so loathe331

your flesh,

So scourge and maim it, that it shall not serve

To bear the spirit on, searching for home,

But flounder332

on the track before nightfall,

Like willing steed o’er-spurred? Will ye, sad sirs,

Dismantle and dismember this fair house,

Where we have come to dwell by painful pasts;

Whose windows give us light—the little light—

Whereby we gaze abroad to know if dawn

Will break, and whither winds the better road?”

Then cried they, “We have chosen this for road

And tread it, Rajaputra, till the close—

Though all its stones were fire—in trust of death.

Speak, if thou know’st a way more excellent;

If not, peace go with thee!”

Onward he passed,

Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men

Fear so to die they are afraid to fear,

Lust so to live they dare not love their life,

331 hate.

332 stumble.

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But plague it with fierce penances, belike333

To please the Gods who grudge pleasure to man:

Belike to baulk334

hell by self-kindled335

hells;

Belike in holy madness, hoping soul

May break the better through their wasted flesh.

“Oh, flowerets of the field!” Siddārtha said,

“Who turn your tender faces to the sun—

Glad of the light, and grateful with sweet breath

Of fragrance and these robes of reverence donned

Silver and gold and purple—none of ye

Miss perfect living, none of ye despoil

Your happy beauty. Oh, ye palms! which rise

Eager to pierce the sky and drink the wind

Blown from Malaya and the cool blue seas,

What secret know ye that ye grow content,

From time of tender shoot to time of fruit,

Murmuring such sun-songs from your feathered crowns?

Ye, too, who dwell so merry in the trees—

Quick-darting parrots, bee-birds, bulbuls, doves—

None of ye hate your life, none of ye deem

To strain to better by foregoing needs!

But man, who slays ye—being lord—is wise,

333 perhaps.

334 avoid.

335 lit by self.

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And wisdom, nursed on blood, cometh thus forth

In self-tormentings!”

While the Master spake

Blew down the moment the dust of pattering feet,

White goats and black sheep winding slow their way,

With many a lingering nibble at the tufts,

And wanderings from the path, where water gleamed

Or wild figs hung. But always as they strayed

The herdsman cried, or slung his sling, and kept

The silly crowd336

still moving to the plain.

A ewe with couplets in the flock there was,

Some hurt had lamed one lamb, which toiled behind

Bleeding, while in the front its fellow skipped,

And the vexed dam337

hither and thither ran,

Fearful to lose this little one or that

Which when our Lord did mark, full tenderly

He took the limping lamb upon his neck,

Saying, “Poor woolly mother, be at peace!

Whither thou goest I will bear thy care;

’Twere all as good to ease one beast of grief

As sit and watch the sorrows of the world

In yonder caverns with the priests who pray.”

336 foolish flock.

337 distressed mother.

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“But,” spake he to the herdsmen, “wherefore, friends

Drive ye the flocks adown under high noon.

Since ’tis at evening that men fold their sheep?”338

And answer gave the peasants: “We are sent

To fetch a sacrifice of goats five-score,339

And five-score sheep, the which our Lord the King

Slayeth this night in worship of his gods.”

Then said the Master “I will also go!”

So paced he patiently, bearing the lamb

Beside the herdsmen in the dust and sun

The wistful340

ewe low-bleating at his feet.

Whom, when they came unto the river-side

A woman—dove-eyed, young, with tearful face

And lifted hands—saluted, bending low:341

“Lord! thou art he,” she said, “who yesterday

Had pity on me in the fig-grove here,

Where I live lone and reared my child; but he

Straying amid the blossoms found a snake,

Which twined about his wrist, whilst he did laugh

And tease the quick-forked tongue and opened mouth

338 Parpahrase: Since it is at evening that men bring their sheep to the fold.

339 i.e. one hundred.

340 sad, thoughtful.

341 This famous story about Kisāgotamī and her child is normally placed

after the Awakening.

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Of that cold playmate. But, alas! ere long

He turned so pale and still; I could not think

Why he should cease to play and let my breast

Fall from his lips. And one said, ‘He is sick

Of poison’; and another, ‘He will die’.

But I, who could not lose my precious boy,

Prayed of them physic,342

which might bring the light

Back to his eyes; it was so very small,

That kiss-mark of the serpent, and I think

It could not hate him, gracious as he was,

Nor hurt him in his sport. And some one said,

There is a holy man upon the hill—

Lo! now he passeth in the yellow robe—

Ask of the Rishi if there be a cure

For that which ails thy son.’ Whereon I came

Trembling to thee, whose brow is like a god’s,

And wept and drew the face-cloth from my babe,

Praying thee tell what simples343

might be good.

And thou, great sir! didst spurn me not, but gaze

With gentle eyes and touch with patient hand;

Then draw the face-cloth back, saying to me,

‘Yea! little sister, there is that might heal

Thee first, and him, if thou couldst fetch the thing;

342 medicine, archaic.

343 medicines, archaic.

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For they who seek physicians bring to them

What is ordained. Therefore, I pray thee, find

Black mustard-seed, a tola;344

only mark

Thou take it not from any hand or house

Where father, mother, child, or slave hath died:

It shall be well if thou canst find such seed.’

Thus didst thou speak, my Lord!

The Master smiled

Exceeding tenderly. “Yea! I spake thus,

Dear Kisagōtami! But dist thou find

the seed?”

“I went, Lord, clasping to my breast

The babe, grown colder, asking at each hut—

Here in the jungle and towards the town—

‘I pray you, give me mustard, of your grace,

A tola—black’; and each who had it gave,

For all the poor are piteous to the poor;

But when I asked, ‘In my friend’s household here

Hath any peradventure345

ever died—

Husband, or wife, or child, or slave?” they said:

‘O Sister! what is this you ask? the dead

Are very many, and the living few!’

So with sad thanks I gave the mustard back,

344 Lit: a weight, said now to be equal to 11.7 grams.

345 perhaps.

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And prayed of others; but the others said,

‘Here is the seed, but we have lost our slave!’

‘Here is the seed, but our good man is dead!’

‘Here is some seed, but he that sowed it died

Between the rain-time and the harvesting!’

Ah, sir! I could not find a single house

Where there was mustard-seed and none had died!

Therefore I left my child—who would not suck

Nor smile—beneath the wild-vines by the stream,

To seek thy face and kiss thy feet, and pray

Where I might find this seed and find no death,

If now, indeed, my baby be not dead,

As I do fear, and as they said to me.”

“My sister! thou hast found,” the Master said,

“Searching for what none finds—that bitter balm

I had to give thee. He thou lovedst slept

Dead on thy bosom yesterday: to-day

Thou know’st the whole wide world weeps with thy woe:

The grief which all hearts share grows less for one.

Lo! I would pour my blood if it could stay

Thy tears and win the secret of that curse

Which makes sweet love our anguish, and which drives

O’er flowers and pastures to the sacrifice—

As these dumb beasts are driven—men their lords.

I seek that secret: bury thou the child!”

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So entered they the city side by side,

The herdsmen and the Prince, what time the sun

Gilded slow Sona’s distant stream, and threw

Long shadows down the street and through the gate

Where the King’s men kept watch. But when these saw

Our Lord bearing the lamb, the guards stood back,

The market-people drew their wains346

aside,

In the bazaar buyers and sellers stayed

The war of tongues to gaze on that mild face;

The smith, with lifted hammer in his hand,

Forgot to strike; the weaver left his web,

The scribe his scroll, the money-changer lost

His count of cowries;347

from the unwatched rice

Shiva’s white bull fed free; the wasted milk

Ran oe’r the lota348

while the milkers watched

The passage of our Lord moving so meek,

With yet so beautiful a majesty.

But most the women gathering in the doors

Asked, “Who is this that brings the sacrifice

So graceful and peace-giving as he goes?

What is his caste? whence hath he eyes so sweet!

Can he be Sākra or the Devaraj?”

346 wagons.

347 shells used for counting.

348 pot (Hindi).

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And others said, “It is the holy man

Who dwelleth with the Rishis on the hill.”

But the Lord paced, in meditation lost,

Thinking, “Alas! for all my sheep which have

No shepherd; wandering in the night with none

To guide them; bleating blindly towards the knife

Of Death, as these dumb beasts which are their kin.”

Then some one told the King, “There cometh here

A holy hermit, bringing down the flock

Which thou didst bid to crown thy sacrifice.”

The King stood in his hall of offering,

On either hand the white-robed Brahmans ranged,349

Muttered their mantras,350

feeding still the fire

Which roared upon the midmost altar. There

From scented woods flickered bright tongues of flame,

Hissing and curling as they licked the gifts

Of ghee and spices and the Soma juice,351

The joy of Indra. Round about the pile

A slow, thick, scarlet streamlet smoked and ran,

Sucked by the sand, but ever rolling down,

349 stood.

350 The Vedic sacrificial hymns.

351 Bot.: Avestan haoma, the juice of which was the most important

ingredient in Vedic sacrificial offerings and formed the beverage of the gods.

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The blood of bleating victims. One such lay,

A spotted goat, long-horned, its head bound back

With munja grass;352

at its stretched throat the knife

Pressed by a priest, who murmured, “This, dread gods,

Of many yajnas353

cometh as the crown

From Bimbisāra354

take ye joy to see

The spirted blood,355

and pleasure in the scent

Of rich flesh roasting ’mid the fragrant flames

Let the King’s sins be laid upon this goat,

And let the fire consume them burning it,

For now I strike.”

But Buddha softly said,

“Let him not strike, great King!” and therewith loosed

The victim’s bonds, none staying him, so great

His presence was. Then, craving leave, he spake

Of life, which all can take but none can give,

Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep,

Wonderful, dear, and pleasant unto each,

Even to the meanest; yea, a boon356

to all

352 Munja grass (Bot.: Saccharum, Bengal cane) is used for ropes and baskets.

353 Sacrifices.

354 King of Magadha.

355 the blood gushing out.

356 blessing.

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Where pity is, for pity makes the world

Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

Unto the dumb lips of his flock he lent

Sad pleading words, showing how man, who prays

For mercy to the gods, is merciless,

Being as god to those; albeit all life

Is linked and kin, and what we slay have given

Meek tribute357

of the milk and wool, and set

Fast trust upon the hands which murder them.

Also he spake of what the holy books

Do surely teach, how that at death some sink

To bird and beast; and these rise up to man

In wanderings of the spark which grows purged flame.358

So were the sacrifice new sin, if so

The fated passage of a soul be stayed.

Nor, spake he, shall one wash his spirit clean

By blood; nor gladden gods, being good, with blood

Nor bribe them, being evil; nay, nor lay

Upon the brow of innocent bound beasts

One hair’s weight of that answer all must give

For all things done amiss359

or wrongfully,

357 share.

358 Paraphrase: and these rise up to man in the journeys which the spark of

life undergoes as it develops.

359 mistakenly.

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Alone, each for himself, reckoning with that

The fixed arithmic360

of the universe,

Which meteth361

good for good and ill for ill,

Measure for measure, unto deeds, words, thoughts;

Watchful, aware, implacable, unmoved;

Making all futures fruits of all the pasts.

Thus spake he, breathing words so piteous,

With such high lordliness of ruth362

and right,

The priests drew down their garments o’er the hands

Crimsoned with slaughter, and the King came near,

Standing with clasped palms reverencing Buddh;

While still our Lord went on, teaching how fair

This earth were if all living things be linked

In friendliness and common use of foods,

Bloodless and pure; the golden grain, bright fruits,

Sweet herbs which grow for all, the waters wan,363

Sufficient drinks and meats. Which when these heard,

The might of gentleness so conquered them,

The priests themselves scattered their altar-flames

And flung away the steel of sacrifice;

And through the land next day passed a decree

360 arithmetic.

361 gives, archaic.

362 sympathy.

363 here meaning clear, pellucid.

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Proclaimed by criers, and in this wise graved

On rock and column: “Thus the King’s will is:

There hath been slaughter for the sacrifice,

And slaying for the meat, but henceforth none

Shall spill the blood of life nor taste of flesh,

Seeing that knowledge grows, and life is one,

And mercy cometh to the merciful.”364

So ran the edict, and from those days forth

Sweet peace hath spread between all living kind,

Man and the beasts which serve him, and the birds,

On all those banks of Gunga where our Lord

Taught with his saintly pity and soft speech.

For aye365

so piteous was the Master’s heart

To all that breathe this breath of fleeting life,

Yoked in one fellowship of joys and pains,

That it is written in the holy books

How, in an ancient age—when Buddha wore

A Brahman’s form,366

dwelling upon the rock

Named Munda, by the village of Dālidd—

Drought withered all the land: the young rice died

364 No rock or pillar edicts have come down from King Bimbisāra; probably

King Asoka’s rock and pillar edicts are the inspiration for this passage.

365 yes.

366 i.e. at the time he was still a Bodhisatta fulfilling the perfections. The

story below is the first in Āryasūrya’s Jātakamāla, though it is not found in the Pāḷi collection.

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Ere it could hide a quail; in forest glades

A fierce sun sucked the pools; grasses and herbs

Sickened, and all the woodland creatures fled

Scattering for sustenance. At such a time,

Between the hot walls of a nullah,367

stretched

On naked stones, our Lord spied, as he passed,

A starving tigress. Hunger in her orbs368

Glared with green flame;369

her dry tongue lolled a span

Beyond the gasping jaws and shrivelled jowl:370

Her painted hide hung wrinkled on her ribs,

As when between the rafters sinks a thatch

Rotten with rains; and at the poor lean dugs371

Two cubs, whining with famine, tugged and sucked,

Mumbling372

those milkless teats which rendered nought,

While she, their gaunt dam,373

licked full motherly

The clamorous twins, and yielding her flank to them

With moaning throat, and love stronger than want,

367 ravine or gully.

368 eyes, poetic.

369 A tiger’s eyes are green in colour.

370 jaw.

371 breasts.

372 Sucking.

373 mother.

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Softening the first of that wild cry wherewith

She laid her famished muzzle to the sand

And roared a savage thunder-peal of woe.

Seeing which bitter strait, and heeding nought

Save the immense compassion of a Buddh,

Our Lord bethought: “There is no other way

To help this murderess of the woods but one.

By sunset these will die, having no meat:

There is no living heart will pity her,

Bloody with ravin,374

lean for lack of blood.

Lo! if I feed her, who shall lose but I,

And how can love lose doing of its kind

Even to the uttermost?” So saying, Buddh

Silently laid aside sandals and staff,

His sacred thread, turban, and cloth, and came

Forth from behind the milk-bush on the sand,

Saying, “Ho! mother, here is meat for thee!”

Whereat the perishing beast yelped hoarse and shrill,

Sprang from her cubs, and, hurling to the earth

That willing victim, had her feast of him

With all the crooked daggers of her claws

Rending his flesh, and all her yellow fangs

Bathed in his blood: the great cat’s burning breath

Mixed with the last sigh of such fearless love.

374 prey.

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Thus large the Master’s heart was long ago,

Not only now, when with his gracious ruth375

He bade cease cruel worship of the Gods.

And much King Bimbisāra prayed our Lord—

Learning his royal birth and holy search—

To tarry in that city, saying oft,

“Thy princely state may not abide such fasts;

Thy hands were made for sceptres, not for alms.

Sojourn376

with me, who have no son to rule,

And teach my kingdom wisdom till I die,

Lodged in my palace with a beauteous bride.”377

But ever spake Siddārtha, of set mind:

“These things I had, most noble King, and left

Seeking the truth; which still I seek, and shall;

Not to be stayed though Sākra’s palace ope’d

Its doors of pearl and Devīs378

wooed me in.

I go to build the Kingdom of the Law,

Journeying to Gaya and the forest shades,

Where, as I think, the light will come to me;

For nowise here among the Rishis comes

375 sympathy.

376 Stay, live.

377 This story of King Bimbisāra offering his Kingdom to the Bodhisatta is

found in Pabbajjāsuttaṁ (Suttanipāta, 3.1).

378 Godesses.

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That light, nor from the Shasters,379

nor from fasts

Borne till the body faints, starved by the soul.

Yet there is light to reach and truth to win,

And surely, O true Friend, if I attain

I will return and quit thy love.”

Thereat

Thrice round the Prince King Bimbisāra paced,

Reverently bending to the Master’s feet

And bade him speed. So passed our Lord away

Towards Uravilva, not yet comforted,

And wan380

of face, and weak with six years’ quest.

But they upon the hill and in the grove—

Alāra, Udra, and the ascetics five—

Had stayed him, saying all was written clear

In holy Shasters, and that none might win

Higher than Sruti and than Smriti381

—nay,

Not the chief saints!—for how should mortal man

Be wiser than the Jnāna-Kānd,382

which tells

How Brahm is bodiless and actionless,

Passionless, calm, unqualified, unchanged,

379 Śāstra, holy Hindu texts.

380 pale.

381 The revealed Vedic scriptures and the traditional law of the Hindus.

382 That portion of the Veda which regards knowledge as the highest.

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Pure life, pure thought, pure joy?383

Or how should man

Be better than the Karma-Kānd,384

which shows

How he may strip passion and action off,

Break from the bond of self, and so, unsphered,385

Be God, and melt into the vast divine,

Flying from false to true, from wars of sense

To peace eternal, where the silence lives?

But the Prince heard them, not yet comforted.386

383 Saccidānanda (= Sat, Cit, Ānanda).

384 That portion of the Veda which regards action as the highest.

385 unlimited.

386 Paraphrase: not quite satisfied.

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Thou, who wouldst see where dawned the light at last,

North-westwards from the “Thousand Gardens” go

By Gunga’s valley till thy steps be set

On the green hills where those twin streamlets spring,

Nilājan and Mohāna; follow them,

Winding beneath broad bayed mahūa-trees,387

’Mid thickets of the sansār and the bir,388

Till on the plain the shining sisters meet

In Phalgū’s bed, flowing by rocky banks

To Gaya and the red Barabar hills.389

Hard by that river spreads a thorny waste,

Uruwelaya named in ancient days,390

With sandhills broken; on its verge a wood

Waves sea-green plumes and tassels ’thwart391

the sky,

With undergrowth wherethrough a still flood steals,

Dappled with lotus-blossoms, blue and white,

And peopled with quick fish and tortoises.

387 Bot.: Madhuca, of the sapodilla family.

388 I have been unable to idendify these two.

389 The Barabar hills, where there are many caves, are about 18 km north of

Gāyā.

390 The quotable proper name is Uruvelā, Uruvelāya(ṁ) is the locative case.

cf. the opening of Ud. 1.1: ekaṁ samayaṁ Bhagavā Uruvelāyaṁ viharati.

391 across.

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Near it the village of Senāni reared

Its roofs of grass, nestled amid the palms,

Peaceful with simple folk and pastoral toils.

There in the sylvan392

solitudes once more

Lord Buddha lived, musing the woes of men,

The ways of fate, the doctrines of the books,

The lessons of the creatures of the brake,393

The secrets of the silence whence all come,

The secrets of the gloom whereto all go,

The life which lies between, like that arch flung

From cloud to cloud across the sky, which hath

Mists for its masonry and vapoury piers,

Melting to void again which was so fair

With sapphire hues, garnet, and chrysoprase.

Moon after moon our Lord sate in the wood,

So meditating these that he forgot

Ofttimes the hour of food, rising from thoughts

Prolonged beyond the sunrise and the noon,

To see his bowl unfilled, and eat perforce

Of wild fruit fallen from the boughs o’erhead,

Shaken to earth by chattering ape or plucked

By purple parakeet. Therefore his grace

Faded; his body, worn by stress of soul,

392 wooded.

393 overgrown fields.

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Lost day by day the marks, thirty and two,

Which testify the Buddha. Scarce that leaf,

Fluttering so dry and withered to his feet,

From off the sāl-branch, bore less likeliness

Of spring’s soft greenery than he of him

Who was the princely flower of all his land.

And once at such a time the o’erwrought394

Prince

Fell to the earth in deadly swoon, all spent,395

Even as one slain, who hath no longer breath

Nor any stir of blood; so wan396

he was,

So motionless. But there came by that way

A shepherd boy, who saw Siddārtha lie

With lids fast-closed, and lines of nameless pain

Fixed on his lips—the fiery noonday sun

Beating upon his head—who plucking boughs

From wild-rose apple trees, knitted them thick

Into a bower to shade the sacred face.

Also he poured upon the Master’s lips

Drops of warm milk, pressed from his she-goat’s bag397

394 tired out.

395 exhausted.

396 pale.

397 i.e. breast.

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Lest, being low caste, he, by touching, wrong one398

So high and holy seeming. But the books

Tell how the jambu-branches,399

planted thus,

Shot with quick life, in wealth of leaf and flower,

And glowing fruitage interlaced and close,

So that the bower grew like a tent of silk

Pitched for a king at hunting, decked with studs

Of silver-work and bosses400

of red gold.

And the boy worshipped, deeming him some God;

But our Lord, gaining breath, arose and asked

Milk in the shepherd’s lota.401

“Ah, my Lord,

I cannot give thee,” quoth the lad; “thou seest

I am a Sudra,402

and my touch defiles!”

Then the World-honoured spake, “Pity and need

Make all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood,

Which runneth of one hue, nor caste in tears,

Which trickle salt with all; neither comes man

To birth with tilka-mark stamped on the brow,

398 v.l. Lest, being of low caste, he do wrong to one.

399 Bot.: Syzygium samarangense; a tree which produces a small red globular

fruit.

400 a large round ornament.

401 pot (Hindi).

402 The lowest of the 4 classes in Indian society, in Pāḷi: Brāhmaṇa, Khattiya,

Vessa, Sudda.

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Nor sacred thread on neck. Who doth right deed

Is twice-born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.403

Give me to drink, my brother; when I come

Unto my quest it shall be good for thee.”

Thereat the peasant’s heart was glad, and gave.

And on another day there passed that road

A band of tinselled girls, the nautch-dancers

Of Indra’s temple in the town, with those

Who made their music—one that beat a drum

Set round with peacock-feathers, one that blew

The piping bānsuli,404

and one that twitched

A three-string sitar. Lightly tripped they down

From ledge to ledge and through the chequered paths

To some gay festival, the silver bells

Chiming soft peals about the small brown feet

Armlets and wrist-rings tattling answer shrill;

While he that bore the sitar thrummed and twanged

His threads of brass, and she beside him sang—

“Fair goes the dancing when the sitar’s tuned;

Tune us the sitar neither low nor high,

And we will dance away the hearts of men.

The string o’erstretched breaks, and the music flies;

403 cf. Vasalasutta (Suttanipāta, 1:7) vs. 21: one is not an outcaste by birth, by

birth one is not a brahmin; by deeds one becomes an outcaste, one becomes a brahmin by deeds.

404 Urdu-Hindi bansrī, a reed-pipe.

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The string o’erslack is dumb, and music dies;

Tune us the sitar neither low nor high.”405

So sang the nautch-girl406

to the pipe and wires,

Fluttering like some vain, painted butterfly

From glade to glade along the forest path,

Nor dreamed her light words echoed on the ear

Of him, that holy man, who sate so rapt

Under the fig-tree by the path. But Buddh

Lifted his great brow as the wantons407

passed,

And spake: “The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:

I strain too much this string of life, belike, 408

Meaning to make such music as shall save.

Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,

My strength is waned409

now that my need is most;

Would that I had such help as man must have,

For I shall die, whose life was all men’s hope.”

Now, by that river dwelt a landholder

Pious and rich, master of many herds,

A goodly chief, the friend of all the poor,

405 cf. Soṇasuttaṁ, AN 6.55.

406 dancer.

407 lusty women.

408 perhaps.

409 faded.

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And from his house the village drew its name—

“Senāni.”410

Pleasant and in peace he lived,

Having for wife Sujāta,411

loveliest

Of all the dark-eyed daughters of the plain;

Gentle and true, simple and kind was she,

Noble of mien,412

with gracious speech to all

And gladsome413

looks—a pearl of womanhood—

Passing calm years of household happiness

Beside her lord in that still Indian home,

Save that no male child blessed their wedded love.

Wherefore, with many prayers she had besought

Lukshmi;414

and many nights at full-moon gone

Round the great Lingam,415

nine times nine, with gifts

Of rice and jasmine wreaths and sandal oil

Praying a boy; also Sujāta vowed—

If this should be—an offering of food

Unto the Wood-God, plenteous, delicate,

Set in a bowl of gold under his tree,

410 Skt, Pāḷi: chief or commander.

411 Skt, Pāḷi: Well-born.

412 manner.

413 joyful.

414 Skt: Lakṣmī, the Goddess of Fortune.

415 phallic symbol of the Godhead.

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Such as the lips of Devs416

may taste and take.

And this had been: for there was born to her

A beauteous boy, now three months old, who lay

Between Sujāta’s breasts, while she did pace

With grateful footsteps to the Wood-God’s shrine,

One arm clasping her crimson sari417

close

To wrap the babe, that jewel of her joys,

The other lifted high in comely curve

To steady on her head the bowl and dish

Which held the dainty victuals418

for the God.

But Radha, sent before to sweep the ground

And tie the scarlet threads around the tree,

Came eager, crying, “Ah, dear Mistress! look.

There is the Wood-God sitting in his place,

Revealed, with folded hands upon his knees.

See how the light shines round about his brow!

How mild and great he seems, with heavenly eyes,

Good fortune is it thus to meet the gods.”

So,—thinking him divine,—Sujāta drew

Tremblingly nigh, and kissed the earth and said,

With sweet face bent, “Would that the Holy One

Inhabiting this grove, Giver of good,

416 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

417 women’s dress or wrap (Hindi).

418 Food, but here in the sense of offerings.

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Merciful unto me his handmaiden,

Vouchsafing now his presence, might accept

These our poor gifts of snowy curds, fresh-made,

With milk as white as new-carved ivory!”

Therewith into the golden bowl she poured

The curds, and milk, and on the hands of Buddh

Dropped attar419

from a crystal flask—distilled

Out of the hearts of roses; and he ate,

Speaking no word, while the glad mother stood

In reverence apart. But of that meal

So wondrous was the virtue that our Lord

Felt strength and life return as though the nights

Of watching and the days of fast had passed

In dream, as though the spirit with the flesh

Shared that fine meat and plumed its wings anew,

Like some delighted bird at sudden streams

Weary with flight o’er endless wastes of sand,

Which leaves the desert dust from neck and crest.

And more Sujāta worshipped, seeing our Lord

Grow fairer and his countenance more bright:

“Art thou indeed the God?” she lowly asked.

“And hath my gift found favour?”

But Buddh said,

“What is it thou dost bring me!”

419 A fragrant oil made from rose-petals.

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“Holy One!”

Answered Sujāta, “from our droves420

I took

Milk of a hundred mothers, newly-calved,

And with that milk I fed fifty white cows,

And with their milk twenty-and-five, and then

With theirs twelve more, and yet again with theirs

The six noblest and best of all our herds.

That yield I boiled with sandal and fine spice

In silver lotas,421

adding rice, well grown

From chosen seed, set in new-broken ground,

So picked that every grain was like a pearl.

This did I of true heart, because I vowed

Under thy tree, if I should bear a boy

I would make offering for my joy, and now

I have my son, and all my life is bliss!”

Softly our Lord drew down the crimson fold,

And, laying on the little head those hands

Which help the worlds he said, “Long be thy bliss!

And lightly fall on him the load of life!

For thou hast helped422

me who am no God,

But one thy Brother; heretofore a Prince

And now a wanderer, seeking night and day

420 herds.

421 pots (Hindi).

422 v.l. helpen.

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These six hard years that light which somewhere shines

To lighten all men’s darkness, if they knew!

And I shall find the light; yea, now it dawned

Glorious and helpful, when my weak flesh failed

Which this pure food, fair Sister, hath restored,

Drawn manifold through lives to quicken life

As life itself passes by many births

To happier heights and purging off of sins.

Yet dost thou truly find it sweet enough

Only to live? Can life and love suffice?”

Answered Sujāta, “Worshipful! my heart

Is little, and a little rain will fill

The lily’s cup which hardly moists the field.

It is enough for me to feel life’s sun

Shine in my Lord’s grace and my baby’s smile,

Making the loving summer of our home.

Pleasant my days pass filled with household cares

From sunrise when I wake to praise the gods,

And give forth grain, and trim the tulsi-plant,423

And set my handmaids to their tasks, till noon,

When my Lord lays his head upon my lap

Lulled by soft songs and wavings of the fan;

And so to supper-time at quiet eve,

When by his side I stand and serve the cakes.

423 basil.

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Then the stars light their silver lamps for sleep,

After the temple and the talk with friends.

How should I not be happy, blest so much,

And bearing him this boy whose tiny hand

Shall lead his soul to Swarga,424

if it need?

For holy books teach when a man shall plant

Trees for the travellers’ shade, and dig a well

For the folks’ comfort, and beget a son,

It shall be good for such after their death;

And what the books say that I humbly take,

Being not wiser than those great of old

Who spake with gods, and knew the hymns and charms,

And all the ways of virtue and of peace.

Also I think that good must come of good

And ill of evil—surely—unto all—

In every place and time—seeing sweet fruit

Groweth from wholesome roots, and bitter things

From poison-stocks; yea, seeing, too, how spite

Breeds hate, and kindness friends, and patience peace

Even while we live; and when ’tis willed we die

Shall there not be as good a ‘Then’ as Now’?

Haply425

much better! since one grain of rice

424 Heaven.

425 Perhaps, archaic.

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Shoots a green feather gemmed426

with fifty pearls,

And all the starry champak’s427

white and gold

Lurks in those little, naked grey spring-buds.

Ah, Sir! I know there might be woes to bear

Would lay fond Patience with her face in dust;

If this my babe pass first I think my heart

Would break—almost I hope my heart would break!

That I might clasp him dead and wait my Lord—

In whatsoever world holds faithful wives—

Duteous, attending till this hour should come.

But if Death called Senāni, I should mount

The pile and lay that dear head in my lap,

My daily way, rejoicing when the torch

Lit the quick flame and rolled the choking smoke.

For it is written if an Indian wife

Die so, her love shall give her husband’s soul

For every hair upon her head a crore

Of years in Swarga.428

Therefore fear I not;

And therefore, Holy Sir! my life is glad,

Nowise forgetting yet those other lives

Painful and poor, wicked and miserable,

Whereon the gods grant pity! But for me,

426 adorned with.

427 A small tree bearing creamy white flowers.

428 Heaven.

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What good I see humbly I seek to do,

And live obedient to the law, in trust

That what will come, and must come, shall come well.”

Then spake our Lord, “Thou teachest them who teach,

Wiser than wisdom in thy simple lore.

Be thou content to know not, knowing thus

Thy way of right and duty: grow, thou flower

With thy sweet kind in peaceful shade—the light

Of Truth’s high noon is not for tender leaves

Which must spread broad in other suns, and lift

In later lives a crowned head to the sky.

Thou who hast worshipped me, I worship thee!

Excellent heart! learned unknowingly,

As the dove is which flieth home by love.

In thee is seen why there is hope for man

And where we hold the wheel of life at will.

Peace go with thee, and comfort all thy days!

As thou accomplishest, may I achieve!

He whom thou thoughtest God bids thee wish this.”

“Mayest thou achieve!” she said, with earnest eyes

Bent on her babe; who reached its tender hands

To Buddh—knowing, belike,429

as children know,

More than we deem, and reverencing our Lord;

429 perhaps.

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But he arose—made strong with that pure meat430

—

And bent his footsteps where a great Tree grew,

The Bodhi-tree431

(thenceforward in all years

Never to fade, and ever to be kept

In homage of the world), beneath whose leaves

It was ordained the Truth should come to Buddh:

Which now the Master knew; wherefore he went

With measured pace, steadfast, majestical,

Unto the Tree of Wisdom. Oh, ye Worlds!

Rejoice! our Lord wended unto the Tree

Whom—as he passed into its ample shade,

Cloistered with columned drooping stems, and roofed

With vaults of glistering green—the conscious earth

Worshipped with waving grass and sudden flush

Of flowers about his feet. The forest-boughs

Bent down to shade him; from the river sighed

Cool wafts of wind laden with lotus-scents

Breathed by the water-gods. Large wondering eyes

Of woodland creatures—panther, boar, and deer—

At peace that eve, gazed on his face benign

From cave and thicket. From its cold cleft432

wound

The mottled deadly snake, dancing its hood

430 food, archaic.

431 Called the Tree of Wisdom just below.

432 hollow.

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In honour of our Lord; bright butterflies

Fluttered their vans,433

azure and green and gold,

To be his fan-bearers; the fierce kite dropped

Its prey and screamed; the striped palm-squirrel raced

From stem to stem to see; the weaver-bird

Chirped from her swinging nest; the lizard ran;

The koil434

sang her hymn; the doves flocked round:

Even the creeping things were ’ware435

and glad.

Voices of earth and air joined in one song.

Which unto ears that hear said, “Lord and Friend!

Lover and Saviour! Thou who hast subdued

Angers and prides, desires and fears and doubts,

Thou that for each and all hast given thyself,

Pass to the Tree! The sad world blesseth thee

Who art the Buddh that shall assuage436

her woes.

Pass, Hailed and Honoured! strive thy last for us,

King and high Conqueror! thine hour is come;

This is the Night the ages waited for!”

Then fell the night, even as our Master sat

Under that Tree. But he who is the Prince

Of Darkness, Mara—knowing this was Buddh

433 wings, poetic.

434 koel, the Indian Cuckoo (Hindi).

435 = aware.

436 relieve.

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Who should deliver men, and now the hour

When he should find the Truth and save the worlds—

Gave unto all his evil powers command.

Wherefore there trooped from every deepest pit

The fiends who war with Wisdom and the Light,

Arati, Trishna, Raga,437

and their crew

Of passions, horrors, ignorances, lusts,

The brood of gloom and dread; all hating Buddh,

Seeking to shake his mind; nor knoweth one,

Not even the wisest, how those fiends of Hell

Battled that night to keep the Truth from Buddh:

Sometimes with terrors of the tempest, blasts

Of demon-armies clouding all the wind

With thunder, and with blinding lightning flung

In jagged javelins of purple wrath

From splitting skies; sometimes with wiles and words

Fair-sounding, ’mid hushed leaves and softened airs

From shapes of witching beauty; wanton songs,

Whispers of love; sometimes with royal allures

Of proffered rule; sometimes with mocking doubts,

Making truth vain. But whether these befell

Without and visible, or whether Buddh

437 Skt: Arati, Tṛṣṇā, Ragā; known as Māra’s daughters (cf. Sn 835), the

names mean: Dislike, Craving, and Passion (Pāḷi: Arati, Taṇhā, Ragā).

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Strove with fell438

spirits in his inmost heart,

Judge ye:—I write what ancient books have writ.

The ten chief Sins came—Mara’s mighty ones,

Angels of evil—Attavāda first,

The Sin of Self, who in the Universe

As in a mirror sees her fond face shown,

And, crying “I,” would have the world say “I”,

And all things perish so if she endure.

“If thou be’st Buddh,”439

she said, “let others grope

Lightless; it is enough that thou art Thou

Changelessly; rise and take the bliss of gods

Who change not, heed not, strive not.” But Buddh spake,

“The right in thee is base, the wrong a curse;

Cheat such as love themselves.” Then came wan440

Doubt,

He that denies—the mocking Sin—and this

Hissed in the Master’s ear, “All things are shows,

And vain the knowledge of their vanity;

Thou dost but chase the shadow of thyself;

Rise and go hence, there is no better way

Than patient scorn, nor any help for man,

Nor any staying of his whirling wheel.”

But quoth our Lord, “Thou hast no part with me,

438 fierce, deadly.

439 Paraphrase: “If you are Buddha”.

440 pale, sickly.

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False Visikitcha,441

subtlest of man’s foes.”

And third came she who gives dark creeds their power,

Silabbat-paramāsa,442

sorceress,

Draped fair in many lands as lowly Faith,

But ever juggling souls with rites and prayers;

The keeper of those keys which lock up Hells

And open Heavens. “Wilt thou dare,” she said,

“Put by our sacred books, dethrone our gods,

Unpeople all the temples, shaking down

That law which feeds the priests and props the realms?”

But Buddha answered, “What thou bidd’st me keep

Is form which passes, but the free Truth stands;

Get thee unto thy darkness.” Next there drew

Gallantly nigh443

a braver Tempter, he,

Kama,444

the King of passions, who hath sway

Over the gods themselves, Lord of all loves,

Ruler of Pleasure’s realm. Laughing he came

Unto the tree, bearing his bow of gold

Wreathed with red blooms, and arrows of desire

Pointed with five-tongued delicate flame, which stings

The heart it smites sharper than poisoned barb

And round him came into that lonely place

441 Sanskrit: vicikitsā; Pāḷi: vicikicchā.

442 Pāḷi: silabbataparāmāsa; attachment to precepts and practices.

443 near.

444 Skt, Pāḷi: Kāma, sense-pleasure or desire, here personified.

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Bands of bright shapes with heavenly eyes and lips

Singing in lovely words the praise of Love

To music of invisible sweet chords,

So witching,445

that it seemed the night stood still

To hear them, and the listening stars and moon

Paused in their orbits while these hymned to Buddh

Of lost delights, and how a mortal man

Findeth nought dearer in the Three wide worlds

Than are the yielded loving fragrant breasts

Of Beauty and the rosy breast-blossoms,

Love’s rubies; nay, and toucheth nought more high

Than is that dulcet446

harmony of form

Seen in the lines and charms of loveliness,

Unspeakable, yet speaking, soul to soul,

Owned by the bounding blood, worshipped by will

Which leaps to seize it, knowing this is best,

This the true heaven where mortals are like gods,

Makers and Masters, this the gift of gifts

Ever renewed and worth a thousand woes-

For who hath grieved when soft arms shut him safe,

And all life melted to a happy sigh,

And all the world was given in one warm kiss?

So sang they with soft float of beckoning hands,

445 = bewitching, enticing, archaic.

446 sweet.

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Eyes lighted with love-flames, alluring smiles;

In wanton447

dance their supple sides and limbs

Revealing and concealing like burst buds

Which tell their colour, but hide yet their hearts.

Never so matchless grace delighted eye

As troop by troop these midnight-dancers swept

Nearer the Tree, each daintier than the last,

Murmuring, “O great Siddārtha! I am thine,

Taste of my mouth and see if youth is sweet.”

Also, when nothing moved our Master’s mind,

Lo! Kama waved his magic bow, and lo!

The band of dancers opened, and a shape,

Fairest and stateliest of the throng, came forth

Wearing the guise of sweet Yasōdhara.

Tender the passion of those dark eyes seemed

Brimming with tears; yearning those outspread arms

Opened towards him; musical that moan

Wherewith the beauteous shadow named his name,

Sighing, “My Prince! I die for lack of thee

What heaven hast thou found like that we knew

By bright Rohini448

in the Pleasure house,

Where all these weary years I weep for thee?

Return, Siddārtha! ah! return. But touch

447 v.l. dainty.

448 A river near to Kapilavatthu, the Bodhisatta’s home town.

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My lips again, but let me to thy breast

Once, and these fruitless dreams will end! Ah, look!

Am I not she thou lovedst?” But Buddh said,

“For that sweet sake of her thou playest thus,

Fair and false Shadow! is thy playing vain;

I curse thee not who wear’st a form so dear,

Yet as thou art, so are all earthly shows.

Melt to thy void again!” Thereat, a cry

Thrilled through the grove, and all that comely rout449

Faded with flickering wafts of flame, and trail

Of vaporous robes.

Next, under darkening skies

And noise of rising storm, came fiercer Sins,

The rearmost of the Ten; Patigha—Hate—

With serpents coiled about her waist, which suck

Poisonous milk from both her hanging dugs,450

And with her curses mix their angry hiss.

Little wrought she upon that Holy One

Who with his calm eyes dumbed her bitter lips

And made her black snakes writhe to hide their fangs.

Then followed Ruparaga451

—Lust of days—

That sensual Sin which out of greed for life

449 defeated troops.

450 breasts.

451 Skt, Pāḷi: rūparāga, passion for form.

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Forgets to live; and next him Lust of Fame,

Nobler Aruparaga,452

she whose spell

Beguiles the wise, mother of daring deeds,

Battles and toils. And haughty Mano453

came,

The Fiend of Pride; and smooth Self-Righteousness,

Uddhachcha;454

and—with many a hideous band

Of vile and formless things, which crept and flapped

Toad-like and bat-like—Ignorance, the Dam455

Of Fear and Wrong, Avidya,456

hideous hag,

Whose footsteps left the midnight darker, while

The rooted mountains shook, the wild winds howled,

The broken clouds shed from their caverns streams

Of levin-lighted rain;457

stars shot from heaven,

The solid earth shuddered as if one laid

Flame to her gaping wounds; the torn black air

Was full of whistling wings, of screams and yells,

452 Skt, Pāḷi: arūparāga, passion for the formless. Arnold evidently didn’t

properly understand these terms.

453 This is quoted incorrectly by Arnold, mano = mind; māna = pride,

conceit.

454 Pāḷi: uddhacca (Skt: auddhatya), restlessness, excitement.

455 Mother.

456 Pāḷi: Avijjā.

457 Rain light by lightning, archaic.

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Of evil faces peering, of vast fronts458

Terrible and majestic, Lords of Hell

Who from a thousand Limbos459

led their troops,

To tempt the Master.

But Buddh heeded not,

Sitting serene, with perfect virtue walled

As is a stronghold by its gates and ramps;

Also the Sacred Tree—the Bodhi-tree—

Amid that tumult stirred not, but each leaf

Glistened as still as when on moonlit eves

No zephyr460

spills the gathering461

gems462

of dew;

For all this clamour raged outside the shade

Spread by those cloistered stems:

In the third watch,—

The earth being still, the hellish legions fled,

A soft air breathing from the sinking moon—

Our Lord attained Sammā-sambuddh,463

he saw

458 Demeanour or bearing.

459 Intermediate states.

460 A mild gentle wind or breeze, poetic.

461 v.l. glittering.

462 Drops, poetic.

463 Skt, Pāḷi: Sammāsambuddha, the word is used incorrectly here; he means

to say he attained Sambodhi, perfect Awakening, and became a

Sammāsambuddha, one who is perfectly Awake.

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By light which shines beyond our mortal ken,

The line of all his lives in all the worlds;

Far back, and farther back, and farthest yet,

Five hundred lives and fifty.464

Even as one

At rest upon a mountain-summit, marks

His path wind up by precipice and crag,

Past thick-set woods shrunk to a patch; through bogs

Glittering false-green; down hollows where he toiled

Breathless; on dizzy ridges where his feet

Had well nigh slipped; beyond the sunny lawns,

The cataract465

and the cavern and the pool,

Backward to those dim flats wherefrom he sprang

To reach the blue; thus Buddha did behold

Life’s upward steps long-linked, from levels low

Where breath is base, to higher slopes and higher

Whereon the ten great Virtues466

wait to lead

The climber skyward. Also, Buddha saw

How new life reaps what the old life did sow;

How where its march breaks off its march begins;

Holding the gain and answering for the loss;

464 This is the number of stories there are in the Pāḷi Jātaka collection, but in

the Pāḷi discourses (e.g. MN 36), it is said that the Buddha remembered aeons of lives, together with their details.

465 Waterfall.

466 Skt: Pāramitā (Pāḷi: Pāramī), perfections: giving, virtue, reununciation,

wisdom, energy, patience, truth, resolution, friendliness, equanimity.

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And how in each life good begets more good,

Evil fresh evil; Death but casting up

Debit or credit, whereupon th’ account

In merits or demerits stamps itself

By sure arithmic467

—where no little drops—

Certain and just, on some new-springing life

Wherein are packed and scored past thoughts and deeds,

Strivings and triumphs, memories and marks

Of lives foregone:

And in the middle watch

Our Lord attained Abhidjna468

—insight vast

Ranging beyond this sphere to spheres unnamed,

System on system, countless worlds and suns

Moving in splendid measures, band by band

Linked in division, one yet separate,

The silver islands of a sapphire sea

Shoreless, unfathomed, undiminished, stirred

With waves which roll in restless tides of change.

He saw those Lords of Light who hold their worlds

By bonds invisible, how they themselves

Circle obedient round mightier orbs469

Which serve profounder splendours, star to star

467 Arithmetic, archaic.

468 Pāḷi: abhiññā, deep knowledge.

469 Celestial bodies, poetic.

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Flashing the ceaseless radiance of life

From centres ever shifting unto cirques470

Knowing no uttermost. These he beheld

With unsealed vision, and of all those worlds,

Cycle on epicycle, all their tale

Of Kalpas, Mahakalpas471

—terms of time

Which no man grasps, yea, though he knew to count

The drops in Gunga472

from her springs to the sea,

Measureless unto speech—whereby these wax

And wane; whereby each of this heavenly host

Fulfils its shining life, and darkling473

dies.

Sakwal by Sakwal,474

depths and heights he passed

Transported through the blue infinitudes,

Marking—behind all modes, above all spheres,

Beyond the burning impulse of each orb475

—

That fixed decree at silent works which wills

Evolve the dark to light, the dead to life,

To fulness void, to form the yet unformed,

470 Cirles, rings, poetic.

471 Aeons and great aeons.

472 The river Ganges.

473 growing dark.

474 Pāḷi: Cakkavāla, a world-system, or universe.

475 Celestial bodies, poetic.

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Good unto better, better unto best,

By worldless edict; having none to bid,

None to forbid; for this is past all gods,

Immutable, unspeakable, supreme;

A Power which builds, unbuilds and builds again,

Ruling all things accordant to476

the rule

Of virtue, which is beauty, truth, and use.477

So that all things do well which serve the Power,

And ill which hinder; nay, the worm does well

Obedient to its kind; the hawk does well

Which carries bleeding quarries to its young;

The dewdrop and the star shine sisterly,

Globing478

together in the common work;

And man who lives to die, dies to live well

So if he guide his ways by blamelessness

And earnest will to hinder not but help

All things both great and small which suffer life.

These did our Lord see in the middle watch.

476 in accordance with.

477 custom, tradition.

478 Lit: (both) becoming spherical; it means that the nature of both a

dewdrop and a star is the same in the way of shape.

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But when the fourth watch came479

the secret came

Of Sorrow, which with evil mars the law,

As damp and dross hold back the goldsmith’s fire.

Then was the Dukha-Satya480

opened him

First of the “Noble Truths”; how Sorrow is

Shadow to life, moving where life doth move;

Not to be laid aside until one lays

Living aside, with all its changing states,

Birth, growth, decay, love, hatred, pleasure, pain,

Being and doing. How that none strips off

These sad delights and pleasant griefs who lacks

Knowledge to know them snares; but he who knows

Avidya—Delusion—sets those snares,

Loves life no longer but ensures escape.481

The eyes of such a one are wide, he sees

Delusion breeds Sankhāra,482

Tendency

479 In the Pāḷi sources the night (any night) is divided into three watches

(yāma) only. In the 1st watch the Buddha attained pubbenivāsañāṇa,

knowledge of past lives; in the 2nd dibbacakkhu, the divine eye, which

gives vision of the arising and passing away of beings according to past

actions and their results (kammavipāka); in the 3rd he gained āsavakkhayañāṇa, knowledge of the destruction of the pollutants, which is

equivalent to the last one here.

480 Pāḷi: Dukkhasacca, Sanskrit: Duḥkhasatya, the Truth of Suffering or the

unsatisfactory nature of existence.

481 What follows is part of the conditional origination (paṭiccasamuppāda)

formula.

482 Volitions, not necessarily perverse as here, but including good intentions.

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Perverse; Tendency Energy—Vidnnān483

Whereby comes Nāmarūpa,484

local Form

And Name and Bodiment,485

bringing the man

With senses naked to the sensible,

A helpless mirror of all shows which pass

Across his heart; and so Vedanā grows—

‘Sense-life’—false in gladness,486

fell487

in sadness,

But sad or glad, the Mother of Desire,

Trishna,488

that thirst which makes the living drink

Deeper and deeper of the false salt waves

Whereon they float pleasures, ambitions, wealth,

Praise, fame, or domination, conquest, love;

Rich meats489

and robes, and fair abodes, and pride

Of ancient lines, and lust of days, and strife

To live, and sins that flow from strife, some sweet,

Some bitter. Thus Life’s thirst quenches itself

With draughts which double thirst, but who is wise

483 Pāḷi: Viññāṇa, consciousness.

484 Name and form, or mind and body.

485 = Embodiment.

486 v.l. false in its gladness; which is one syllable too long.

487 fallen, depressed.

488 Pāḷi: taṇhā, craving.

489 foods, archaic.

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Tears from his soul this Trishna, feeds his sense

No longer on false shows, files490

his firm mind

To seek not, strive not, wrong not; bearing meek

All ills which flow from foregone wrongfulness,

And so constraining passions that they die

Famished; till all the sum of ended life—

The Karma491

—all that total of a soul

Which is the things it did, the thoughts it had,

The ‘Self’ it wove—with woof of viewless time,

Crossed on the warp invisible of acts—

The outcome of him on the Universe,

Grows pure and sinless; either never more

Needing to find a body and a place,

Or so informing what fresh frame it takes

In new existence that the new toils prove

Lighter and lighter not to be at all,

Thus “finishing the Path;” free from Earth’s cheats

Released from all the skandhas492

of the flesh;493

Broken from ties—from Upādānas494

—saved

From whirling on the wheel; aroused and sane

490 disciplines, archaic.

491 Pāḷi: Kamma.

492 aggregates (of mind and body).

493 This line is missing in some editions.

494 attachment, grasping.

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As is a man wakened from hateful dreams.

Until—greater than Kings, than Gods more glad!—

The aching craze to live ends, and life glides—

Lifeless—to nameless quiet, nameless joy,

Blessed Nirvāna sinless, stirless rest—

That change which never changes!

Lo! the Dawn

Sprang with Buddh’s victory! lo! in the East

Flamed the first fires of beauteous day, poured forth

Through fleeting folds of Night’s black drapery.

High in the widening blue the herald-star495

Faded to paler silver as there shot

Brighter and brightest bars of rosy gleam

Across the grey.496

Far off the shadowy hills

Saw the great Sun, before the world was ’ware,497

And donned their crowns of crimson; flower by flower

Felt the warm breath of Morn and ’gan498

unfold

Their tender lids. Over the spangled499

grass

Swept the swift footsteps of the lovely Light,

495 Venus.

496 v.l. Brighter and brighter bars of rosy gleam Across the sky.

497 = aware.

498 = began.

499 glittering.

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Turning the tears of Night to joyous gems,

Decking the earth with radiance, broidering500

The sinking storm-clouds with a golden fringe,

Gilding the feathers of the palms, which waved

Glad salutation; darting beams of gold

Into the glades; touching with magic wand

The stream to rippled ruby; in the brake501

Finding the mild eyes of the antelopes

And saying “It is day!” in nestled sleep

Touching the small heads under many a wing

And whispering, “Children, praise the light of day!”

Whereat there piped anthems of all the birds,

The koil’s502

fluted song, the bulbul’s hymn,

The “morning, morning” of the painted thrush,

The twitter of the sun-birds starting forth

To find the honey ere the bees be out,

The grey crow’s caw, the parrot’s scream, the strokes

Of the green hammersmith, the myna’s chirp,

The never-finished love-talk of the doves:

Yea! and so holy was the influence

Of that high Dawn which came with victory

That, far and near, in homes of men there spread

500 embroidering.

501 overgrown fields.

502 Hindi: koel, the Indian cuckoo.

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An unknown peace. The slayer hid his knife;

The robber laid his plunder back; the shroff503

Counted full tale of coins; all evil hearts

Grew gentle, kind hearts gentler, as the balm

Of that divinest Daybreak lightened Earth.

Kings at fierce war called truce; the sick men leaped

Laughing from beds of pain; the dying smiled

As though they knew that happy Morn was sprung

From fountains farther than the utmost East;

And o’er the heart of sad Yasōdhara,

Sitting forlorn at Prince Siddārtha’s bed

Came sudden bliss, as if love should not fail

Nor such vast sorrow miss to end in joy.

So glad the World was—though it wist504

not why—

That over desolate waste went swooning songs

Of mirth, the voice of bodiless Prets and Bhuts505

Foreseeing Buddh; and Devas506

in the air

Cried, “It is finished, finished!” and the priests

Stood with the wondering people in the streets

Watching those golden splendours flood the sky,

503 money-lender, archaic.

504 knew.

505 Pāḷi: Peta, Bhūta, the Departed Ones, and Ghostly Beings.

506 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

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And saying “There hath happed507

some mighty thing.”

Also in Ran508

and Jungle grew that day

Friendship amongst the creatures; spotted deer

Browsed fearless where the tigress fed her cubs,

And cheetahs lapped the pool beside the bucks;509

Under the eagle’s rock the brown hares scoured

While his fierce beak but preened510

an idle wing:

The snake sunned all his jewels in the beam

With deadly fangs in sheath; the shrike511

let pass

The nestling-finch; the emerald halcyons512

Sate dreaming while the fishes played beneath,

Nor hawked the merops,513

though the butterflies—

Crimson and blue and amber—flitted thick

Around his perch; the Spirit of our Lord

Lay potent upon man and bird and beast,

Even while he mused under that Bodhi-tree,

Glorified with the Conquest gained for all,

507 happened.

508 Forest.

509 deer.

510 cleaned. v.l. presented; which is two syllables too long.

511 a bird of prey.

512 Evidently a type of bird, but I cannot identify it further.

513 bee-eaters.

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And lightened by a Light greater than Day’s.

Then he arose—radiant, rejoicing, strong—

Beneath the Tree, and lifting high his voice

Spake this, in hearing of all Times and Worlds:—

Anékajátisangsārang

Sandháwissang anibhisang

Gahakárakangawesanto

Dukkhájátipunappunang.

Gahakarakadithósi;

Punagehang nakāhasi;

Sabhátephásukhábhaggá,

Gahakútangawisang khitang;

Wisangháragatang chittang;

Tanhánangkhayamajhagá.514

Many a house of life

Hath held me—seeking ever him who wrought

These prisons of the senses, sorrow-fraught;

Sore was my ceaseless515

strife!

514 Dhammapada 153-154. in standard transliteration:

anekajātisaṁsāraṁ sandhāvissaṁ anibbisaṁ,

gahakārakaṁ gavesanto: dukkhā jāti punappunaṁ.

gahakāraka diṭṭhosi! puna gehaṁ na kāhasi:

sabbā te phāsukā bhaggā, gahakūṭaṁ visaṅkhitaṁ, visaṅkhāragataṁ cittaṁ, taṇhānaṁ khayam-ajjhagā.

515 v.l. cheerless.

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But now,

Thou builder of this tabernacle—thou!

I know thee! Never shalt thou build again

These walls of pain,

Nor raise the roof-tree of deceits, nor lay

Fresh rafters on the clay;

Broken thy house is, and the ridge-pole split!

Delusion fashioned it!

Safe pass I thence—deliverance to obtain.

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Book the Seventh

Sorrowful dwelt the King Suddhōdana

All those long years among the Sākya Lords

Lacking the speech and presence of his Son;

Sorrowful sate the sweet Yasōdhara

All those long years, knowing no joy of life,

Widowed of him her living Liege516

and Prince.

And ever, on the news of some recluse

Seen far away by pasturing camel-men

Or traders threading devious paths for gain,

Messengers from the King had gone and come,

Bringing account of many a holy sage

Lonely and lost to home; but nought of him

The crown of white Kapilavastu’s line,

The glory of her monarch and his hope,

The heart’s content of sweet Yasōdhara,

Far-wandered now, forgetful, changed, or dead.

But on a day in the Wasanta-time,517

When silver sprays swing on the mango-trees

And all the earth is clad with garb518

of spring,

The Princess sate by that bright garden-stream

516 Lord.

517 Spring-time.

518 covered with the clothes.

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Whose gliding glass, bordered with lotus-cups,

Mirrored so often in the bliss gone by

Their clinging hands and meeting lips. Her lids

Were wan519

with tears, her tender cheeks had thinned,

Her lips’ delicious curves were drawn with grief;

The lustrous glory of her hair was hid—

Close-bound as widows use; no ornament

She wore, nor any jewel clasped the cloth—

Coarse, and of mourning white—crossed on her breast.

Slow moved and painfully those small fine feet

Which had the roe’s gait and the rose-leaf’s fall

In old years at the loving voice of him.

Her eyes, those lamps of love,—which were as if

Sunlight should shine from out the deepest dark,

Illumining Night’s peace with Daytime’s glow—

Unlighted now, and roving aimlessly,

Scarce marked the clustering signs of coming Spring,

So the silk lashes drooped over their orbs.520

In one hand was a girdle thick with pearls,

Siddārtha’s—treasured since that night he fled—

(Ah, bitter Night! mother of weeping days!

When was fond Love so pitiless to love,

Save that this scorned to limit love by life?)

519 pale.

520 eyes, poetic.

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The other led her little son, a boy

Divinely fair, the pledge Siddārtha left—

Named Rahula—now seven years old, who tripped

Gladsome beside his mother, light of heart

To see the spring-blooms burgeon521

o’er the world.

So, while they lingered by the lotus-pools,

And, lightly laughing, Rahula flung rice

To feed the blue and purple fish; and she

With sad eyes watched the swiftly-flying cranes,

Sighing, “Oh! creatures of the wandering wing,

If ye shall light where my dear Lord is hid,

Say that Yasōdhara lives nigh522

to death

For one word of his mouth, one touch of him!”

Thus,523

as they played and sighed—mother and child—

Came some among the damsels of the Court

Saying, “Great Princess! there have entered in

At the south gate merchants of Hastinpūr,

Tripusha called and Bhalluk,524

men of worth,

Long travelled from the loud sea’s edge, who bring

521 grow, flourish.

522 near.

523 v.l. So.

524 Pāḷi: Tapussa and Bhalluka.

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Marvellous lovely webs525

pictured with gold,

Waved blades of gilded steel, wrought bowls in brass,

Cut ivories, spice, simples,526

and unknown birds,

Treasures of far-off peoples; but they bring

That which doth beggar527

these, for He is seen!

Thy Lord,—our Lord,—the hope of all the land—

Siddārtha! they have seen him face to face,

Yea, and have worshipped him with knees and brows,

And offered offerings; for he is become

All which was shown, a Teacher of the wise,

World-honoured, holy, wonderful; a Buddh

Who doth deliver men and save all flesh

By sweetest speech and pity vast as Heaven:

And, lo! he journeyeth hither, these do say.”

Then—while the glad blood bounded in her veins

As Gunga leaps when first the mountain snows

Melt at her springs—uprose Yasōdhara

And clapped her palms, and laughed, with brimming tears

Beading her lashes. “Oh! call quick,” she cried,

“These merchants to my purdah, for mine ears

Thirst like parched throats to drink their blessed news.

Go bring them in,—but, if their tale be true,

525 tapestries.

526 medicinal herbs, archaic.

527 is beyond.

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Say I will fill their girdles with much gold,

With gems that Kings shall envy: come ye too,

My girls, for ye shall have guerdon528

of this

If there be gifts to speak my grateful heart.”

So went those merchants to the Pleasure-house,

Full softly pacing through its golden ways

With naked feet, amid the peering maids,

Much wondering at the glories of the Court.

Whom, when they came without the purdah’s folds,

A voice, tender and eager, filled and charmed

With trembling music, saying, “Ye are come

From far, fair Sirs! and ye have seen my Lord—

Yea, worshipped—for he is become a Buddh,

World-honoured, holy, and delivers men,

And journeyeth hither. Speak! for, if this be,

Friends are ye of my House, welcome and dear.”

Then answer made Tripusha, “We have seen

That sacred Master, Princess! we have bowed

Before his feet; for who was lost a Prince

Is found a greater than the King of kings.

Under the Bodhi-tree by Phalgū’s bank

That which shall save the world hath late been wrought

By him—the Friend of all, the Prince of all—

Thine most, High Lady! from whose tears men win

528 reward.

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The comfort of this Word the Master speaks.

Lo! he is well, as one beyond all ills,

Uplifted as a god from earthly woes,

Shining with risen Truth, golden and clear,

Moreover as he entereth town by town,

Preaching those noble ways which lead to peace,

The hearts of men follow his path as leaves

Troop to the wind or sheep draw after one

Who knows the pastures. We ourselves have heard,

By Gaya in the green Tchīrnika529

grove,

Those wondrous lips and done them reverence:

He cometh hither ere the first rains fall.”

Thus spake he, and Yasōdhara, for joy,

Scarce mastered breath to answer, “Be it well

Now and at all times with ye, worthy friends,

Who bring good tidings; but of this great thing

Wist ye how it befell?”

Then Bhalluk told

Such as the people of the valleys knew

Of that dread night of conflict, when the air

Darkened with fiendish shadows, and the earth

Quaked, and the waters swelled with Mara’s wrath.

Also how gloriously that morning broke

Radiant with rising hopes for man, and how

529 Sanskrit: kṣīrikā, a kind of date tree.

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The Lord was found rejoicing ’neath his Tree.

But many days the burden of release—

To be escaped beyond all storms of doubt,

Safe on Truth’s shore—lay, spake he, on that heart

A golden load; for how shall men—Buddh mused—

Who love their sins and cleave to cheats of sense,

And drink of error from a thousand springs,

Having no mind to see, nor strength to break

The fleshly snare which binds them—how should such

Receive530

the Twelve Nidānas531

and the Law

Redeeming all, yet strange to profit by,

As the caged bird oft shuns its opened door?

So had we missed the helpful victory

If, in this earth without a refuge, Buddh,

Winning the way, had deemed it all too hard

For mortal feet and passed, none following him.

Yet pondered the compassion of our Lord;

But in that hour there rang a voice as sharp

As cry of travail,532

so as if the earth

Moaned in birth throe, “Nasyami aham bhū

Nasyati lóka!” Surely i am lost,

530 Learn and understand.

531 Conditions or sources; the factors of Conditional Origination

(Paticcasamuppāda).

532 birth-pangs.

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I and my creatures: then a pause, and next

A pleading sigh borne on the western wind,

“Sruyatām dharma, Bhagwat!” Oh, Supreme!

Let thy great Law be uttered! Whereupon

The Master cast his vision forth on flesh,

Saw who should hear and who must wait to hear,

As the keen Sun gilding the lotus-lakes

Seeth which buds will open to his beams

And which are not yet risen from their roots;

Then spake, divinely smiling, “Yea! I preach!

Whoso will listen let him learn the Law.”

Afterwards passed he, said they, by the hills

Unto Benares, where he taught the Five,

Showing how birth and death should be destroyed,

And how man hath no fate except past deeds,

No Hell but what he makes, no Heaven too high

For those to reach whose passions sleep subdued.

This was the fifteenth day of Vaishya533

Mid-afternoon, and that night was full moon.

But, of the Rishis, first Kaundinya

Owned the Four Truths and entered on the Paths;

And after him Bhadraka, Asvajit,

533 This seems to be Vaiśākha (April-May), but that was the time of the

Awakening, not the first sermon, which is traditionally placed two months

later on the Full-Moon day of Āṣāḍha (June-July).

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Basava,534

Mahanāma;535

also there

Within the Deer-park, at the feet of Buddh,

Yasad the Prince with nobles fifty-four.

Hearing the blessed word our Master spake,

Worshipped and followed; for there sprang up peace

And knowledge of a new time come for men

In all who heard, as spring the flowers and grass

When water sparkles through a sandy plain.

These sixty—said they—did our Lord send forth,

Made perfect in restraint and passion-free,

To teach the Way; but the World-honoured turned

South from the Deer-park and Isipatan

To Yashti and King Bimbisāra’s realm,536

Where many days he taught; and after these

King Bimbisāra and his folk believed,

Learning the law of love and ordered life.

Also he gave the Master, of free gift—

Pouring forth water on the hands of Buddh—

The Bamboo-Garden, named Wéluvana,

Wherein are streams and caves and lovely glades;

And the King set a stone there, carved with this:

534 v.l. Bassav, which is one syllable short.

535 Pāḷi: Koṇḍañña, Bhaddiya, Assajī, Vappa, Mahānāma (it seems from this

that Basava is to be identified with Vappa); and below Yasa.

536 I am unable to identify Yashti; King Bimbisāra’s realm is Magadha, which

was East not South of Isipatana and Bārāṇasī.

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Yé dharma hetuppabhawá

Yesan hétun Tathágató;

Aha yesan cha yo nirodhó

Ewan wadi Maha samano.537

“What life’s course and cause sustain

These Tathāgato made plain;

What delivers from life’s woe

That our Lord hath made us know.”

And, in that Garden—said they—there was held

A high Assembly, where the Teacher spake

Wisdom and power, winning all souls which heard;

So that nine hundred took the yellow robe—

Such as the Master wears,—and spread his Law;

And this the gáthá was wherewith he closed:—

Sabba pápassa akaranan;

Kusalassa upasampadá

Sa chitta pariyodapanan;

Etan Buddánusásanan.

“Evil swells the debts to pay,

Good delivers and acquits;

537 Pāḷi: Ye dhammā hetuppabhavā, tesaṁ hetuṁ Tathāgato āha, tesañ-ca yo

nirodho, evaṁvādī Mahāsamaṇo; whatever things have a cause and origin,

the Realised One has spoken about their cause; also about their cessation,

the Great Ascetic is one who speaks thus.

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Shun evil, follow good; hold sway

Over thyself. This is the Way.”538

Whom, when they ended, speaking so of him,

With gifts, and thanks which made the jewels dull,

The Princess recompensed. “But by what road

Wendeth539

my Lord?” she asked: the merchants said,

“Yōjans threescore stretch from the city-walls

To Rajagriha, whence the easy path

Passeth by Sona hither, and the hills.

Our oxen, treading eight slow koss a day,

Came in one moon.”

Then the King, hearing word,

Sent nobles of the Court—well-mounted lords—

Nine separate messengers, each embassy

Bidden to say: “The King Suddhōdana—

Nearer the pyre by seven long years of lack,

Wherethrough he hath not ceased to seek for thee—

Prays of his son to come unto his own,

The Throne and people of this longing Realm,

Lest he shall die and see thy face no more.”

Also nine horsemen sent Yasōdhara

Bidden to say, “The Princess of thy House—

538 The first two lines are Arnold’s addition to the sense, the verse only says:

Not doing any bad deeds, undertaking wholesome deeds, and purifying one’s mind - this is the teaching of the Buddhas.

539 Travels, comes.

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Rahula’s mother—craves to see thy face

As the night-blowing moon flower’s swelling heart

Pines for the moon, as pale asōka-buds

Wait for a woman’s foot: if thou hast found

More than was lost, she prays her part in this,

Rahula’s part, but most of all thyself.”

So sped the Sākya Lords, but it befell

That each one, with the message in his mouth,

Entered the Bamboo-Garden in that hour

When Buddha taught his Law; and—hearing—each

Forgot to speak, lost thought of King and quest,

Of the sad Princess even; only gazed

Eye-rapt upon the Master; only hung

Heart-caught upon the speech, compassionate,

Commanding, perfect, pure, enlightening all,

Poured from those sacred lips. Look! like a bee

Winged for the hive, who sees the mōgras540

spread

And scents their utter sweetness on the air,

If he be honey-filled, it matters not;

If night be nigh,541

or rain, he will not heed;

Needs must he light on those delicious blooms

And drain their nectar; so these messengers

One with another, hearing Buddha’s words,

Let go the purpose of their speed, and mixed,

540 A kind of jasmine, Sanskrit mallikā.

541 near.

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Heedless of all, amid the Master’s train.

Wherefore the King bade that Udayi go—

Chiefest in all the Court, and faithfullest,

Siddhārtha’s playmate in the happier days—

Who, as he drew anear the garden, plucked

Blown tufts of tree-wool542

from the grove and sealed

The entrance of his hearing; thus he came

Safe through the lofty peril of the place,

And told the message of the King, and hers.

Then meekly bowed his head and spake our Lord

Before the people, “Surely I shall go!

It is my duty as it was my will;

Let no man miss to render reverence

To those who lend him life, whereby come means

To live and die no more, but safe attain

Blissful Nirvāna, if ye keep the Law,

Purging past wrongs and adding nought thereto,

Complete in love and lovely charities.

Let the King know and let the Princess hear

I take the way forewith.” This told, the folk

Of white Kapilavastu and its fields

Made ready for the entrance of their Prince.

At the south gate a bright pavilion rose

With flower-wreathed pillars and the walls of silk

542 the kapok or silk-cotton tree.

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Wrought on their red and green with woven gold.

Also the roads were laid with scented boughs

Of neem and mango, and full mussuks shed

Sandal and jasmine on the dust, and flags

Fluttered; and on the day when he should come

It was ordained how many elephants—

With silver howdahs543

and their tusks gold-tipped—

Should wait beyond the ford, and where the drums

Should boom “Siddārtha cometh!” where the lords

Should light and worship, and the dancing girls

Where they should strew their flowers with dance and song,

So that the steed he rode might tramp knee-deep

In rose and balsam,544

and the ways be fair;

While the town rang with music and high joy.

This was ordained and all men’s ears were pricked545

Dawn after dawn to catch the first drum’s beat

Announcing, “Now he cometh!”

But it fell—

Eager to be before—Yasōdhara

Rode in her litter546

to the city-walls

543 platforms for sitting.

544 a fragrant ointment.

545 standing up, alert.

546 a chair or bed carried on poles by bearers.

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Where soared the bright pavilion. All around

A beauteous garden smiled—Nigrōdha named—

Shaded with bel-trees and the green-plumed dates,

New-trimmed and gay with winding walks and banks

Of fruits and flowers; for the southern road

Skirted its lawns, on this hand leaf and bloom,

On that the suburb-huts where base-borns dwelt

Outside the gates, a patient folk and poor,

Whose touch for Kshatriya and priest of Brahm

Were sore defilement. Yet those, too, were quick547

With expectation, rising ere548

the dawn

To peer along the road, to climb the trees

At far-off trumpet of some elephant,

Or stir of temple-drum; and when none came,

Busied with lowly chores to please the Prince;

Sweeping their door-stones, setting forth their flags,

Stringing the fluted549

fig-leaves into chains,

New furnishing the Lingam, decking new

Yesterday’s faded arc of boughs, but aye

Questioning wayfarers if any noise550

Be on the road of great Siddārtha. These

547 alive.

548 before.

549 v.l. fruited.

550 news.

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The Princess marked with lovely languid551

eyes,

Watching, as they, the southward plain, and bent

Like them to listen if the passers gave

News of the path. So fell it she beheld

One slow approaching with his head close shorn,

A yellow cloth over his shoulder cast,

Girt552

as the hermits are, and in his hand

An earthen bowl, shaped melonwise, the which

Meekly at each hut-door he held a space,

Taking the granted dole with gentle thanks

And all as gently passing where none gave.

Two followed him wearing the yellow robe,

But he who bore the bowl so lordly seemed,

So reverend, and with such a passage moved,

With so commanding presence filled the air,

With such sweet eyes of holiness smote all,

That as they reached553

him alms the givers gazed

Awestruck upon his face, and some bent down

In worship, and some ran to fetch fresh gifts,

Grieved to be poor; till slowly, group by group,

Children and men and women drew behind

Into his steps, whispering with covered lips,

551 drooping.

552 Clothed.

553 gave.

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“Who is he? who? when looked a Rishi thus?”

But as he came with quiet footfall on

Nigh554

the pavilion, lo! the silken door

Lifted, and, all unveiled, Yasōdhara

Stood in his path crying, “Siddārtha! Lord!”

With wide eyes streaming and with close-clasped hands,

Then sobbing fell upon his feet, and lay.

Afterwards, when this weeping lady passed

Into the Noble Paths, and one had prayed

Answer from Buddha wherefore—being vowed

Quit of all mortal passion and the touch,

Flower-soft and conquering, of a woman’s hands—

He suffered such embrace, the Master said:

“The greater beareth with the lesser love

So it may raise it unto easier heights.555

Take heed that no man, being ’scaped from bonds,

Vexeth bound souls with boasts of liberty.

Free are ye rather that your freedom spread

By patient winning and sweet wisdom’s skill.

Three eras of long toil bring Bodhisāts—

Who will be guides and help this darkling world—

Unto deliverance, and the first is named

554 Near.

555 This is the doctrine of upaya, (skilful) means, which plays such a large

part in the Mahāyāna texts.

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Of deep ‘Resolve,’ the second of ‘Attempt’

The third of ‘Nomination.’556

Lo! I lived

In era of Resolve, desiring good,

Searching for wisdom, but mine eyes were sealed.

Count the grey seeds on yonder castor-clump,

So many rains it is since I was Ram,

A merchant of the coast which looketh south

To Lanka and the hiding-place of pearls.

Also in that far time Yasōdhara

Dwelt with me in our village by the sea,

Tender as now, and Lukshmi was her name.

And I remember how I journeyed thence

Seeking our gain, for poor the household was

And lowly. Not the less with wistful557

tears

She prayed me that I should not part, nor tempt

Perils by land and water. ‘How could love

Leave what it loved?’ she wailed; yet, venturing, I

Passed to the Straits, and after storm and toil

And deadly strife with creatures of the deep,

And woes beneath the midnight and the noon,

Searching the wave I won therefrom a pearl

Moonlike and glorious, such as Kings might buy

556 I do not know of these names from anywhere else; presumably they

correspond to the Pāḷi division into Dure (The Distant Past), Avidūre (The Not-so-Distant Past), and Santike (The Present Time).

557 sad, thoughtful.

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Emptying their treasury. Then came I glad

Unto mine hills, but over all that land

Famine spread sore; ill was I stead to live558

In journey home, and hardly reached my door—

Aching for food—with that white wealth of the sea

Tied in my girdle. Yet no food was there;

And on the threshold she for whom I toiled—

More than myself—lay with her speechless lips

Nigh559

unto death for one small gift of grain.

Then cried I, ‘If there be who hath of grain,

Here is a kingdom’s ransom for one life;

Give Lukshmi bread and take my moonlight pearl.’

Whereat one brought the last of all his hoard,

Millet—three seers—and clutched560

the beauteous thing.

But Lukshmi lived and sighed with gathered life,

‘Lo! thou didst love indeed!’ I spent my pearl

Well in that life to comfort heart and mind

Else quite uncomforted; but these pure pearls,

My last great gain, won from a deeper wave—

The Twelve Nidānas561

and the Law of Good—

558 Paraphrase: it was difficult to stay alive.

559 Near.

560 took.

561 Conditions or sources; the factors of Conditional Origination

(Paticcasamuppāda).

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Cannot be spent, nor dimmed, and most fulfil

Their perfect beauty being freeliest given.

For like as is to Meru562

yonder hill

Heaped by the little ants, and like as dew

Dropped in the footmark of a bounding roe563

Unto the shoreless seas, so was that gift

Unto my present giving; and so love—

Vaster in being free from toils of sense—

Was wisest stooping to the weaker heart;

And so the feet of sweet Yasōdhara

Passed into peace and bliss, being softly led.”

But when the King heard how Siddārtha came

Shorn,564

with the mendicant’s sad-coloured cloth,

And stretching out a bowl to gather orts565

From base-borns’ leavings, wrathful sorrow drove

Love from his heart. Thrice on the ground he spat,

Plucked at his silvered beard, and strode straight forth

Lackeyed566

by trembling lords. Frowning he clomb567

562 = Sumeru; a mountain in the Himālayas, now identified with Mt. Kailash

(see the Maps section for more information).

563 a kind of deer.

564 (With head) shaved.

565 left-overs from a meal, morsels.

566 Accompanied.

567 climbed.

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Upon his war-horse, drove the spurs, and dashed,

Angered, through wondering streets and lanes of folk

Scarce finding breath to say, “The King! bow down!”

Ere568

the loud cavalcade had clattered by:

Which—at the turning by the Temple-wall,

Where the south gate was seen—encountered full

A mighty crowd; to every edge of it

Poured fast more people, till the roads were lost,

Blotted by that huge company which thronged

And grew, close following him whose look serene

Met the old King’s. Nor lived the father’s wrath

Longer than while the gentle eyes of Buddh

Lingered in worship on his troubled brows,

Then downcast sank, with his true knee, to earth

In proud humility. So dear it seemed

To see the Prince, to know him whole, to mark

That glory greater than of earthly state

Crowning his head, that majesty which brought

All men, so awed and silent, in his steps.

Nathless,569

the King broke forth, “Ends it in this

That great Siddārtha steals into his realm,

568 Before.

569 Nevertheless.

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Wrapt in a clout,570

shorn,571

sandalled, craving food

Of low-borns, he whose life was a god’s?

My son! heir of this spacious power, and heir

Of Kings who did but clap their palms to have

What earth could give or eager service bring?

Thou should’st have come apparelled572

in thy rank,

With shining spears, and tramp of horse and foot.

Lo! all my soldiers camped upon the road,

And all my city waited at the gates;

Where hast thou sojourned573

through these evil years

Whilst thy crowned father mourned? and she, too, there

Lived as the widows use,574

foregoing joys;

Never once hearing sound of song or string,

Nor wearing once the festal robe, till now

When in her cloth of gold she welcomes home

A beggar-spouse in yellow remnants clad.

Son! why is this?”

“My Father!” came reply,

“It is the custom of my race.”

570 a rag, or poor piece of cloth.

571 (with head) shaved.

572 dressed.

573 dwelt.

574 according to the custom of widows.

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“Thy race,”

Answered the King, “counteth a hundred thrones

From Maha Sammāt, but no deed like this.”

“Not of a mortal line,” the Master said,

“I spake, but of a descent invisible,

The Buddhas who have been and who shall be:

Of these am I, and what they did I do,

And this, which now befalls, so fell before

That at his gate a King in warrior-mail

Should meet his son, a Prince in hermit-weeds;

And that, by love and self-control, being more

Than mightiest Kings in all their puissance,575

The appointed helper of the Worlds should bow—

As now do I—and with all lowly love

Proffer,576

where it is owed for tender debts,

The first-fruits of the treasure he hath brought:

Which now I proffer.”

Then the King amazed

Inquired “What treasure?” and the Teacher took

Meekly the royal palm, and while they paced

Through worshipping streets—the Princess and the King

On either side—he told the things which make

For peace and pureness, those Four noble Truths

575 power.

576 Offer, give.

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Which hold all wisdom as shores shut the seas,

Those eight right Rules whereby who will may walk—

Monarch or slave—upon the perfect Path

That hath its Stages Four and Precepts Eight,577

Whereby whoso will live—mighty or mean,

Wise or unlearned, man, woman, young or old—

Shall soon or late break from the wheels of life,

Attaining blest Nirvāna. So they came

Into the Palace porch, Suddhōdana

With brows unknit drinking the mighty words,

And in his own hand carrying Buddha’s bowl,

Whilst a new light brightened the lovely eyes

Of sweet Yasōdhara and sunned her tears;

And that night entered they the Way of Peace.578

577 I think he means here the four stages (sotāpanna, sakadāgāmī, anāgāmī,

and arahatta) and the 8 Persons (not Precepts), those on the path and those

who have the fruit of the four stages.

578 Attained Path and Fruit.

199

Book the Eighth

A broad mead579

spreads by swift Kohāna’s bank

At Nagara; five days shall bring a man

In ox-wain580

thither from Benares’ shrines

Eastward and northward journeying. The horns

Of white Himāla look upon the place,

Which all the year is glad with blooms and girt581

By groves made green from that bright streamlet’s wave.

Soft are its slopes and cool its fragrant shades,

And holy all the spirit of the spot

Unto this time: the breath of eve comes hushed

Over the tangled thickets, and high heaps

Of carved red stones cloven582

by root and stem

Of creeping fig, and clad with waving veil

Of leaf and grass. The still snake glistens forth

From crumbled work of lac and cedar-beams

To coil his folds there on deep-graven slabs;

The lizard dwells and darts o’er painted floors

Where Kings have paced; the grey fox litters583

safe

579 meadow, grassy plain.

580 ox-wagon, or ox-cart.

581 covered.

582 broken.

583 offspring.

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Under the broken thrones; only the peaks,

And stream, and sloping lawns, and gentle airs

Abide unchanged. All else, like all fair shows

Of life, are fled—for this is where it stood,

The city of Suddhōdana, the hill

Whereon, upon an eve of gold and blue,

At sinking sun Lord Buddha set himself

To teach the Law in hearing of his own.

Lo! ye shall read it in the Sacred Books

How, being met in that glad pleasaunce-place—

A garden in old days with hanging walks,

Fountains, and tanks, and rose-banked terraces

Girdled584

by gay pavilions and the sweep

Of stately palace-fronts—the Master sate

Eminent, worshipped, all the earnest throng

Catching the opening of his lips to learn

That wisdom which hath made our Asia mild;

Whereto four thousand lakhs585

of living souls

Witness this day. Upon the King’s right hand

He sate, and round were ranged the Sākya Lords

Ananda, Devadatta—all the Court:

584 Encircled.

585 v.l. four hundred crores. Lakh = 100,000, crore = 10,000,000), therefore

four thousand lakhs = 400,000,000; four hundred crores = 4,000,000,000.

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Behind stood Seriyut and Mugallan,586

chiefs

Of the calm brethren in the yellow garb,

A goodly company. Between his knees

Rahula smiled, with wondering childish eyes

Bent on the awful587

face, while at his feet

Sate sweet Yasōdhara, her heartaches gone,

Foreseeing that fair love which doth not feed

On fleeting sense, that life which knows no age,

That blessed last of deaths when Death is dead,

His victory and hers. Wherefore she laid

Her hand upon his hands, folding around

Her silver shoulder-cloth his yellow robe.

Nearest in all the world to him whose words

The Three Worlds waited for. I cannot tell

A small part of the splendid lore588

which broke

From Buddha’s lips: I am a late-come scribe

Who love the Master and his love of men.

And tell this legend, knowing he was wise,

But have not wit to speak beyond the books;

And time hath blurred their script and ancient sense,

Which once was new and mighty, moving all.

A little of that large discourse I know

586 Pāḷi: Sāriputta and Moggallāna.

587 awesome, inspiring admiration or wonder, archaic.

588 teaching.

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Which Buddha spake on the soft Indian eve;

Also589

I know it writ that they who heard

Were more—lakhs more—crores more—than could be seen,

For all the Devas590

and the Dead thronged there,

Till Heaven was emptied to the seventh zone

And uttermost dark Hells opened their bars;

Also the daylight lingered past its time

In rose-leaf radiance on the watching peaks,

So that it seemed Night listened in the glens591

And Noon upon the mountains; yea! they write,

The evening stood between them like some maid

Celestial, love-struck, rapt; the smooth-rolled clouds

Her braided hair; the studded stars the pearls

And diamonds of her coronal;592

the moon

Her forehead-jewel, and the deepening dark

Her woven garments. ’Twas her close-held breath

Which came in scented sighs across the lawns

While our Lord taught, and, while he taught, who heard—

Though he were stranger in the land, or slave,

High caste or low, come of the Aryan blood,

589 v.l. So, too.

590 Lit.: bright-ones, gods.

591 valleys.

592 crown.

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Or Mlech593

or Jungle-dweller—seemed to hear

What tongue his fellows talked. Nay, outside those

Who crowded by the river, great and small,

The birds and beasts and creeping things—’tis writ—

Had sense of Buddha’s vast embracing love

And took the promise of his piteous speech;

So that their lives—prisoned in shape of ape,

Tiger, or deer, shagged bear; jackal, or wolf,

Foul-feeding kite, pearled dove, or peacock gemmed,594

Squat toad, or speckled serpent, lizard, bat;

Yea, or of fish fanning the river waves—

Touched meekly at the skirts of brotherhood

With man who hath less innocence than these,

And in mute gladness knew their bondage broke.

Whilst Buddha spake these things before the King:

Om, Amitaya!595

measure not with words

Th’ Immeasurable; nor sink the string of thought

Into the Fathomless. Who asks doth err,

Who answers, errs. Say nought!

The Books teach Darkness was, at first of all,

And Brahm, sole meditating in that Night;

Look not for Brahm and the Beginning there!

593 Barbarian, or non-Aryan.

594 decorated.

595 Hail to the Immeasurable!

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Nor him, nor any light

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes,

Or any searcher know by mortal mind;

Veil after veil will lift—but there must be

Veil upon veil behind.

Stars sweep and question not. This is enough

That life and death and joy and woe abide

And cause and sequence, and the course of time

And Being’s ceaseless tide,

Which, ever changing, runs, linked like a river

By ripples following ripples, fast or slow—

The same yet not the same—from far-off fountain

To where its waters flow

Into the seas. These, steaming to the Sun,

Give the lost wavelets back in cloudy fleece

To trickle down the hills, and glide again;

Having no pause or peace.

This is enough to know, the phantasms are;

The Heavens, Earths, Worlds, and changes changing them,

A mighty whirling wheel of strife and stress

Which none can stay or stem.

Pray not! the Darkness will not brighten! Ask

Nought from the Silence, for it cannot speak!

Vex not your mournful minds with pious pains!

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Ah! Brothers, Sisters! seek

Nought from the helpless gods by gift and hymn,

Nor bribe with blood, nor feed with fruits and cakes;

Within yourselves deliverance must be sought;

Each man his prison makes.

Each hath such lordship as the loftiest ones;

Nay, for with Powers above, around, below,

As with all flesh and whatsoever lives,

Act maketh joy and woe.

What hath been bringeth what shall be, and is,

Worse—better—last for first and first for last;

The Angels in the Heavens of Gladness reap

Fruits of a holy past.

The devils in the underworlds wear out

Deeds that were wicked in an age gone by.

Nothing endures: fair virtues waste with time,

Foul sins grow purged thereby.

Who toiled a slave may come anew a Prince

For gentle worthiness and merit won;

Who ruled a King may wander earth in rags

For things done and undone.

Higher than Indra’s ye may lift your lot,

And sink it lower than the worm or gnat;

The end of many myriad lives is this,

The end of myriads that.

Only, while turns this wheel invisible,

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No pause, no peace, no staying-place can be;

Who mounts may fall, who falls will mount;596

the spokes

Go round unceasingly!

* * * * * * *

If ye lay bound upon the wheel of change,

And no way were of breaking from the chain,

The Heart of boundless Being is a curse,

The Soul of Things fell597

Pain.

Ye are not bound! the Soul of Things is sweet,

The Heart of Being is celestial rest;

Stronger than woe is will: that which was Good

Doth pass to Better—Best.

I, Buddh, who wept with all my brothers’ tears,

Whose heart was broken by a whole world’s woe.

Laugh and am glad, for there is Liberty!

Ho! ye who suffer! know

Ye suffer from yourselves. None else compels,

None other holds you that ye live and die,

And whirl upon the wheel, and hug and kiss

Its spokes of agony,

Its tire of tears, its nave of nothingness.

Behold, I show you Truth! Lower than hell,

Higher than heaven, outside the utmost stars,

596 v.l. Who mounts will fall, who falls may mount.

597 dreadful, dire.

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Farther than Brahm doth dwell.

Before beginning, and without an end,

As space eternal and as surety sure,

Is fixed a Power divine which moves to good,

Only its laws endure.

This is its touch upon the blossomed rose,

The fashion of its hand shaped lotus-leaves;

In dark soil and the silence of the seeds

The robe of Spring it weaves;

That is its painting on the glorious clouds,

And these its emeralds on the peacock’s train;

It hath its stations in the stars; its slaves

In lightning, wind, and rain,

Out of the dark it wrought the heart of man,

Out of dull shells the pheasant’s pencilled neck:

Ever at toil, it brings to loveliness

All ancient wrath and wreck.

The grey eggs in the golden sun-bird’s nest

Its treasures are, the bees’ six-sided cell

Its honey-pot; the ant wots598

of its ways,

The white doves know them well.

It spreadeth forth for flight the eagle’s wings

What time she beareth home her prey; it sends

The she-wolf to her cubs; for unloved things

598 knows, archaic.

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It findeth food and friends.

It is not marred nor stayed in any use,

All liketh it; the sweet white milk it brings

To mothers’ breasts; it brings the white drops, too,

Wherewith the young snake stings.

The ordered music of the marching orbs599

It makes in viewless canopy of sky;

In deep abyss of earth it hides up gold,

Sards, sapphires, lazuli.

Ever and ever fetching600

secrets forth,

It sitteth in the green of forest-glades

Nursing strange seedlings at the cedar’s root,

Devising leaves, blooms, blades.

It slayeth and it saveth, nowise moved

Except unto the working out of doom;

It’s threads are Love and Life; and Death and Pain

The shuttles of its loom.

It maketh and unmaketh, mending all;

What it hath wrought is better than had been;

Slow grows the splendid pattern that it plans

Its wistful601

hands between.

This is its work upon the things ye see,

599 celestial bodies, poetic.

600 v.l. bringing.

601 sad, thoughtful.

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The unseen things are more; men’s hearts and minds,

The thoughts of peoples and their ways and wills,

Those, too, the great Law binds.

Unseen it helpeth ye with faithful hands,

Unheard it speaketh stronger than the storm.

Pity and Lover are man’s because long stress

Moulded blind mass to form.

It will not be contemned602

of any one;

Who thwarts603

it loses, and who serves it gains;

The hidden good it pays with peace and bliss,

The hidden ill with pains.

It seeth everywhere and marketh all:

Do right—it recompenseth! do one wrong—

The equal retribution must be made,

Though Dharma tarry long.

It knows not wrath nor pardon; utter-true

Its measures mete, its faultless balance weighs;

Times are as nought, to-morrow it will judge,

Or after many days.

By this the slayer’s knife did stab himself;

The unjust judge hath lost his own defender;

The false tongue dooms its lie; the creeping thief

602 condemned, old spelling.

603 hinders, prevents.

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And spoiler rob, to render.

Such is the Law which moves to righteousness,

Which none at last can turn aside or stay;

The heart of it is Love, the end of it

Is Peace and Consummation sweet. Obey!

* * * * * * *

The Books say well, my Brothers! each man’s life

The outcome of his former living is;

The bygone wrongs bring forth sorrows and woes,

The bygone right breeds bliss.

That which ye sow ye reap. See yonder fields!

The sesamum was sesamum, the corn

Was corn. The Silence and the Darkness knew!

So is a man’s fate born.

He cometh, reaper of the things he sowed,

Sesamum, corn, so much cast in past birth;

And so much weed and poison-stuff, which mar604

Him and the aching earth.

If he shall labour rightly, rooting these,

And planting wholesome seedlings where they grew,

Fruitful and fair and clean the ground shall be,

And rich the harvest due.

If he who liveth, learning whence woe springs,

604 spoil.

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Endureth patiently, striving to pay

His utmost debt for ancient evils done

In Love and Truth alway;

If making none to lack, he thoroughly purge

The lie and lust of self forth from his blood

Suffering all meekly, rendering for offence

Nothing but grace and good;

If he shall day by day dwell merciful,

Holy and just and kind and true; and rend

Desire from where it clings with bleeding roots,

Till love of life have end:

He—dying—leaveth as the sum of him

A life-count closed, whose ills are dead and quit,

Whose good is quick and mighty, far and near,

So that fruits follow it.

No need hath such to live as ye name life;

That which began in him when he began

Is finished: he hath wrought the purpose through

Of what did make him Man.

Never shall yearnings torture him, nor sins

Stain him, nor ache of earthly joys and woes

Invade his safe, eternal, peace; nor deaths

And lives recur. He goes

Unto Nirvāna. He is one with Life,

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Yet lives not. He is blest, ceasing to be.

Om, mani padme, om!605

the Dewdrop slips

Into the shining sea!

* * * * * * *

This is the doctrine of the Karma. Learn!

Only when all the dross of sin is quit,

Only when life dies like a white flame spent

Death dies along with it.

Say not “I am,” “I was,” or “I shall be,”

Think not ye pass from house to house of flesh

Like travellers who remember and forget,

Ill-lodged or well-lodged. Fresh

Issues upon the Universe that sum

Which is the lattermost of lives. It makes

Its habitation as the worm spins silk

And dwells therein. It takes

Function and substance as the snake’s egg hatched

Takes scale and fang; as feathered reed-seeds fly

O’er rock and loam and sand, until they find

Their marsh and multiply.

Also it issues forth to help or hurt.

When Death the bitter murderer doth smite,

Red roams the unpurged fragment of him, driven

605 Hail to the jewel on the lotus!

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On winds of plague and blight.

But when the mild and just die, sweet airs breathe;

The world grows richer, as if desert-stream

Should sink away to sparkle up again

Purer, with broader gleam:

So merit won winneth the happier age

Which by demerit halteth short of end;

Yet must this Law of Love reign King of all

Before the Kalpas606

ends.

What lets?607

—Brothers! the Darkness lets! which breeds

Ignorance, mazed608

whereby ye take these shows

For true, and thirst to have, and, having, cling

To lusts which work you woes.

Ye that will tread the Middle Road, whose course

Bright Reason traces and soft Quiet smoothes;

Ye who will take the high Nirvāna-way,

List609

the Four Noble Truths.

The First Truth is of Sorrow. Be not mocked!

Life which ye prize is long-drawn agony:

Only its pains abide; its pleasures are

606 Aeons.

607 Paraphrase: what prevents (this)?

608 confused, perplexed.

609 Listen to.

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As birds which light and fly.

Ache of the birth, ache of the helpless days,

Ache of hot youth and ache of manhood’s prime;

Ache of the chill grey years and choking death.

These fill your piteous time.

Sweet is fond Love, but funeral-flames must kiss

The breasts which pillow and the lips which cling;

Gallant is warlike Might, but vultures pick

The joints of chief and King.

Beauteous is Earth, but all its forest-broods

Plot mutual slaughter, hungering to live;

Of sapphire are the skies, but when men cry

Famished, no drops they give.

Ask of the sick, the mourners, ask of him

Who tottereth on his staff, lone and forlorn,

“Liketh thee life?”—these say the babe is wise

That weepeth, being born.

The Second Truth is Sorrow’s Cause. What grief

Springs of itself and springs not of Desire?

Senses and things perceived mingle and light

Passion’s quick spark of fire;

So flameth Trishna, lust and thirst of things.

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Eager ye cleave610

to shadows, dote on dreams:611

A false Self in the midst ye plant, and make

A world around which seems

Blind to the heights beyond, deaf to the sound

Of sweet airs breathed from far past Indra’s sky

Dumb to the summons of the true life kept

For him who false puts by.

So grow the strifes and lusts which make earth’s war,

So grieve poor cheated hearts and flow salt tears;

So wax the passions, envies, angers, hates;

So years chase blood-stained years

With wild red feet. So, where the grain should grow,

Spread the birān-weed with its evil root

And poisonous blossoms; hardly good seeds find

Soil where to fall and shoot;

And, drugged with poisonous drink, the soul departs,

And, fierce with thirst to drink, Karma returns;

Sense-struck again the sodden612

Self begins,

And new deceits it earns.

The Third is Sorrow’s Ceasing. This is peace—

610 cling.

611 are fond of dreams, or: grow old while dreaming; both meanings can be

applied.

612 drunken.

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To conquer love of self and lust of life,

To tear deep-rooted passion from the breast,

To still the inward strife;

For love, to clasp Eternal Beauty close;

For glory, to be Lord of self; for pleasure,

To live beyond the gods; for countless wealth,

To lay up lasting treasure

Of perfect service rendered, duties done

In charity, soft speech, and stainless days:

These riches shall not fade away in life,

Nor any death dispraise.

Then Sorrow ends, for Life and Death have ceased;

How should lamps flicker when their oil is spent?

The old sad count is clear, the new is clean;

Thus hath a man content.

* * * * * * *

The Fourth Truth is The Way. It openeth wide,

Plain for all feet to tread, easy and near,

The Noble Eightfold Path; it goeth straight

To peace and refuge. Hear!

Manifold tracks lead to yon sister-peaks

Around whose snows the gilded613

clouds are curled;

By steep or gentle slopes the climber comes

613 golden, decorated.

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Where breaks that other world.

Strong limbs may dare the rugged road which storms,

Soaring and perilous, the mountain’s breast;

The weak must wind from slower ledge to ledge

With many a place of rest.

So is the Eightfold Path which brings to peace;

By lower or by upper heights it goes.

The firm soul hastes, the feeble tarries. All

Will reach the sunlit snows.

The First good level is Right Doctrine. Walk

In fear of Dharma, shunning all offence;

In heed of Karma, which doth make man’s fate;

In lordship over sense.

The second is Right Purpose. Have good-will

To all that lives, letting unkindness die

And greed and wrath; so that your lives be made

Like soft airs passing by.

The Third is Right Discourse. Govern the lips

As they were palace-doors, the King within;

Tranquil and fair and courteous be all words

Which from that presence win.

The fourth is Right Behaviour. Let each act

Assoil a fault or help a merit grow:

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads

Let love through good deeds show.

Four higher roadways be. Only those feet

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May tread them which have done with earthly things,

Right Purity, Right Thought, Right Loneliness,614

Right Rapture. Spread no wings

For Sunward flight, thou soul with unplumed vans!615

Sweet is the lower air and safe, and known

The homely levels; only strong ones leave

The nest each makes his own.

Dear is the love, I know, of Wife and Child;

Pleasant the friends and pastimes of your years,

Fruitful of good Life’s gentle charities;

False, though firm-set,616

its fears.

Live—ye who must—such lives as live on these;

Make golden stair-ways of your weakness; rise

By daily sojourn with those phantasies

To lovelier verities.617

So shall ye pass to clearer heights and find

Easier ascents and lighter loads of sins,

And larger will to burst the bonds of sense,

Entering the Path. Who wins

To such commencement hath the First Stage touched,

614 This is a decidedly odd translation for Sammāsati, normally given as

Right Mindfulness.

615 wings, archaic.

616 v.l. Firm-set, though false.

617 truths.

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He knows the Noble Truths, the Eightfold Road;

By few or many, steps such shall attain

Nirvāna’s blest abode.

Who standeth at the Second Stage, made free

From doubts, delusions, and the inward strife,

Lord of all lusts,618

quit of the priests and books,

Shall live but one more life.

Yet onward lies the Third Stage: purged and pure

Hath grown the stately spirit here, hath risen

To love all living things in perfect peace.

His life at end, life’s prison

Is broken.619

Nay, there are who surely pass

Living and visible to utmost goal

By Fourth Stage of the Holy ones—the Buddhs—

And they of stainless soul.

Lo! like fierce foes slain by some warrior,

Ten sins along these Stages lie in dust,

The Love of Self, False Faith, and Doubt are three,

Two more Hatred and Lust.

Who of these Five is conqueror hath trod

Three stages out of Four: yet there abide

The Love of Life on earth, Desire for Heaven,

618 Lust though is only totally overcome by the 3rd stage.

619 This is somewhat misleading, one who stands on the 3rd stage is still

reborn, but not in a womb, bring reborn spontaneouly in the Brahma Heavens.

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Self-Praise, Error, and Pride.

As one who stands on yonder snowy horn

Having naught o’er him but the boundless blue,

So, these sins being slain, the man is come

Nirvāna’s verge unto.

Him the Gods envy from their lower seats;

Him the Three Worlds in ruin should not shake;

All life is lived for him, all deaths are dead;

Karma will no more make

New houses. Seeking nothing, he gains all;

Foregoing self, the Universe grows “I”.

If any teach Nirvāna is to cease,

Say unto such they lie.

If any teach Nirvāna is to live,

Say unto such they err; not knowing this,

Nor what light shines beyond their broken lamps,

Nor lifeless, timeless, bliss.

Enter the path! There is no grief like Hate!

No pains like passion, no deceit like sense!

Enter the path! far hath he gone whose foot

Treads down one fond offence.

Enter the Path! There spring the healing streams

Quenching all thirst! there bloom th’ immortal flowers

Carpeting all the way with joy! there throng

Swiftest and sweetest hours!

* * * * * * *

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More is the treasure of the Law than gems;

Sweeter than comb620

its sweetness; its delights

Delightful past compare. Thereby to live

Hear the Five Rules aright:—

Kill not—for Pity’s sake—and lest ye slay

The meanest thing upon its upward way.

Give freely and receive, but take from none

By greed, or force, or fraud, what is his own.

Bear not false witness, slander not, nor lie;

Truth is the speech of inward purity.

Shun drugs and drinks which work the wit abuse;

Clear minds, clean bodies, need no soma juice.

Touch not thy neighbour’s wife, neither commit

Sins of the flesh unlawful and unfit.621

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These words the Master spake of duties due

To father, mother, children, fellows, friends;

Teaching how such as may not swiftly break

The clinging chains of sense—whose feet are weak

To tread the higher road—should order so

This life of flesh that all their hither days

Pass blameless in discharge of charities

620 honeycomb.

621 These rules (sikkhāpada) are given in wrong order for some unknown

reason. The one listed fifth here should be third; the third fourth, and the fourth fifth.

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And first true footfalls in the Eightfold Path;

Living pure, reverent, patient, pitiful;

Loving all things which live even as themselves,

Because what falls for ill is fruit of ill

Wrought in the past, and what falls well of good;

And that by howsomuch the householder

Purgeth himself of self and helps the world,

By so much happier comes he to next stage,

In so much bettered being. This he spake,

As also long before, when our Lord walked

By Rajagriha in the Bamboo-Grove:

For on a dawn he wallked there and beheld

The householder Singāla,622

newly bathed,

Bowing himself with bare head to the earth,

To Heaven, and all four quarters; while he threw

Rice, red and white, from both hands. “Wherefore thus

Bowest thou, Brother?” said the Lord; and he,

“It is the way, Great Sir! our fathers taught

At every dawn, before the toil begins,

To hold off evil from the sky above

And earth beneath, and all the winds which blow.”

Then the World-honoured spake “Scatter not rice,

But offer loving thought and acts to all.

622 See Sigālovādasuttaṁ, DN 31, called Siṅgālasuttaṁ in the Burmese

editions.

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To parents as the East, where rises light;

To teachers as the South, whence rich gifts come;

To wife and children as the West, where gleam

Colours of love and calm, and all days end;

To friends and kinsmen and all men as North;

To humblest living things beneath, to Saints

And Angels and the blessed Dead above:

So shall all evil be shut off, and so

The six main quarters will be safely kept.”

But to his Own, them of the yellow robe—

Those623

who, as wakened eagles, soar with scorn

From life’s low vale, and wing towards the Sun—

To these he taught the Ten Observances

The Dasa-Sil,624

and how a mendicant

Must know the Three Doors625

and the Triple Thoughts;626

The Sixfold States of Mind;627

the Fivefold Powers;628

The Eight High Gates of Purity; the Modes

623 v.l. They.

624 The ten precepts (dasasīla) are observed by laypeople at special times

(e.g. on festival days) and novices only. The monks and nuns have far more precepts to guide their life.

625 of body, speech and mind.

626 presumably: the thoughts of renunciation, good will, and non-violence

(which constitute Right Thoughts or Intentions).

627 this probably refers to the six sense doors and their objects.

628 Pāḷi: bala: faith, energy, mindfulness, concentration, and wisdom.

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Of Understanding;629

Iddhi;630

Upekshā;631

The Five Great Meditations,632

which are food

Sweeter than Amrit633

for the holy soul;

The Jhānas634

and the Three Chief Refuges.635

Also he taught his own how they should dwell;

How live, free from the snares of love and wealth;

What eat and drink and carry—three plain cloths,—

Yellow, of stitched stuff, worn with shoulder bare636

—

A girdle, almsbowl, strainer. Thus he laid

The great foundations of our Sangha well,

That noble Order of the Yellow Robe

Which to this day standeth to help the World.

So all that night he spake, teaching the Law;

And on no eyes fell sleep—for they who heard

Rejoiced with tireless joy. Also the King,

629 These last two I am unable to identify.

630 Four paths to power.

631 Equanimity, one of the four Brahmavihāras.

632 I cannot identify this.

633 Meaning both ambrosia and immortality.

634 Four levels of deepening concentration (Sanskrit: dhyāna).

635 i.e. the Buddha, Dhamma, and Saṅgha.

636 Actually only to be worn like this in special circumstances, like around

the monastery. In the villages a monk should be have both shoulders covered.

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When this was finished, rose upon his throne

And with bared feet bowed low before his Son

Kissing his hem; and said, “Take me, O Son!

Lowest and least of all thy Company.”

And sweet Yasōdhara, all happy now,—

Cried, “Give to Rahula—thou Blessed One!

The Treasure of the Kingdom of thy Word

For his inheritance.” Thus passed these Three

Into the Path.

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Here endeth what I write

Who love the Master for his love of us.

A little knowing, little have I told

Touching the Teacher and the Ways of Peace.

Forty-five rains thereafter showed he those

In many lands and many tongues, and gave

Our Asia Light, that still is beautiful,

Conquering the world with spirit of strong grace:

All which is written in the holy Books,

And where he passed, and what proud Emperors

Carved his sweet words upon the rocks and caves;

And how—in fulness of the times—it fell

The Buddha died, the great Tathāgato,

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Even as a man ’mongst men, fulfilling all:

And how a thousand thousand lakhs637

since then

Have trod the Path which leads whither he went

Unto Nirvāna, where the Silence lives.

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Ah! Blessed lord! Oh, high deliverer!

Forgive this feeble script, which doth thee wrong,

Measuring with little wit thy lofty love.

Ah! Lover! Brother! Guide! Lamp of the Law!

I take my refuge in thy name and thee!

I take my refuge in thy Law of Good!

I take my refuge in thy Order! OM!

The Dew is on the lotus!—rise, Great Sun!

And lift my leaf and mix me with the wave.

Om mani padme hum,638

the Sunrise comes!

The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!

637 v.l. crores (lakh = 100,000, crore = 10,000,000).

638 Hail to the jewel on the lotus!

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